After stumbling across Café au Lait on the Internet about two months ago I set up a Google Alert with my name and novel title. As a result, there's an e-mail from Google in my inbox most days, but always with links to my own blog, the blogs of my online buddies who have linked to me, and to my writers' group, The Novel Racers. Today, however I was surprised and excited to find that the Google Alerts have scored a biggie - the first appearance of the title on a bookstore site.
Here it is: Chapters.indigo.ca. I've never heard of this Canadian store; maybe some of my far-northern visitors have? If I had some alcohol in the house I'd drink to this news. And the book isn't even going to be released until September! You can even pre-order it. Is that cool or what?!? Now I'm going to have to restrain myself from ordering my own book. Am I crazy to even be thinking stuff like that? After all, I'm supposed to get author's copies...
There's no cover photo on the site; I haven't seen the artwork yet and I doubt very much that it's even ready. So what does this tell me? That the wheels are turning behind the scenes without my knowledge, input or trying to play general manager of the universe. The publishers are doing their job. Maybe now I can settle down and finally get those revisions to novel No. 2 done and sent off to the agent. She's been waiting for almost a year and my dilly-dallying is unpardonable.
Tell me, published writers out there: Did you feel this great, fluttery excitement when you first sighted your debut novel in a bookstore? Did you look around your very ordinary life, in your very ordinary world, and think: I wanted to do this extraordinary thing, and I did it? Did you walk, like I did through the streets of Port of Spain today, with a lilt in your steps and an inner smile because goddammit, you were a writer - an author? Did the lady behind the counter at the post office beam back at you when you went to post an ordinary letter, as if she could sense your happiness?
Joy is so episodic, so ephemeral. I'm going to bask in this ray and milk it for all it's worth.