So I’ve sent the galleys for Chasing Zebras back to the publisher, my red scrawls all over it (not too badly bled upon, methinks). One more round or so and my
book–my first book–will be ready to come out of the oven, all crisp and hot.
It’s a big book, all printed out and everything. Four hundred pages give or take now that it’s been typset. Having written and edited it on my trusty laptop (macbook pro), I’d never seen it printed out. Massive. Weighty. Real–finally.
Reading it this way, typset and pretty–printed out–is a different experience than reading it on my screen. It almost seems not like my writing. I can read objectively and clearly with the distance of a reader–not a writer. I actually sort of like it. Oops. I shouldn’t say that. I should say: “I love it; it’s the best book ever by anyone who’s ever attempted t
he written word! Buy it. Now. Amazon.com. Go!”
Seriously, though. It’s quite an experience, this publishing thing. Tomorrow I have to have my picture taken (which I dread beyond belief–yes, I am that unphotogenic!). Then comes the question of promotion. When do I stop sounding like an enthusiastic writer, excited for her
first book– and start sounding like some infomercial guy hawking the next big thing? Where’s the line? I worry about that all the time.
My next big question is “what next?” I hope there is a “next.” I want there to be, but now that I don’t “h
ave to” look at my manuscript for the 150th time, I have a piece of my life back that I hadn’t had for more than a year! Now I have time to think (and I suppose clean the house) and ponder the inevitable “what’s next” question.
I have a novel rattling around in my head (and on the computer). And another non-fiction tickling at my subconscious. But I have to focus enough to actually begin–again. Good thing I’m on vacation from my day job this week!
Chasing Zebras: The Unofficial Guide to House, M.D. goes on sale everywhere 9/1. It’s available for preorder on Amazon.com now. Visit me at barbarabarnett.comfor more information!