This week on the Ball, we’re sharing the five people who made our book possible. Since there are roughly 4,798,560,972 people who made my book possible, whittling it down is about as easy a task as trying to fit into my high school Abercrombie jeans (which would likely require baby lotion, garden shears, duct tape, and a heavy-duty liposuction machine). In other words, impossible.
So, because I’m limited to five, I’m going to leave out the usual suspects — my husband, my mom, my agent, my editor. Obviously without their love and support (my hubs and mom) and talent and hard work (my agent and editor), my book would not be where it is today.
But there are also a handful of lesser-known behind-the-scenes players that all had a big hand in making BEFORE I GO. And here they are, in no particular order.
1. Rich Barber. My first agent and good friend, Rich Barber has been my publishing mentor and drinking buddy since we met in 2004. Although, we weren’t able to sell my first book together (not for lack of trying!), without his unwavering enthusiasm (that became exponentially more enthusiastic, the more bottles of wine we consumed), I never would have truly believed that writing a book and getting it published was a goal within my grasp.
2. My sister, Megan. Every chapter I wrote went straight to my sister’s email inbox and she diligently read them all (sometimes at 3 a.m.) and offered encouragement, invaluable feedback and stopped me from throwing away the book when I became convinced that the first 50,000 words I had written were tragically unsalvageable. She’s kind of my therapist and first editor rolled into one. And best of all, she’s free, because she’s my sister and doesn’t have a choice. Hahahahahahaha.
3. Dr. Chad Levitt. An amazing radiation oncologist in Atlanta, Dr. Levitt took time out of his very long work days to meet me in his office for hours and walk me though cancer diagnoses, terminology and treatments out of the goodness of his very big heart. He also answered an annoying amount of emails as I was writing the book to confirm (or gently correct) any questions I had about my character’s illness. If I am ever diagnosed with breast cancer, he is the first person I would call. If he hasn’t blocked my number.
4. & 5. My nannies. When I started writing BEFORE I GO, I had just given birth to my second child. My first, Henry, was two years old, and I was essentially a stay-at-home mom with a full-time job (freelance writing for magazines) that I could only do on the nights and weekends when my husband was home. I knew I would never finish my novel that way, so we scraped some money together and hired two amazing women (and friends), Mary Rundle and Blair Hight, to come entertain my kids for a few hours every week — in between their other jobs and crazy schedules. They were flexible, always on time, enthusiastic— and I’m pretty sure my kids liked them better than me. But hearing my kids giggle and knowing they were being loved on, while I clacked away at my computer during those few stolen hours per week helped soothe my guilt— and certainly enabled me to focus on my writing.