I'm not bitching, really I'm not. My book was published on Tuesday, the early reviews are predominately good, and I'm hard at work on the sequel, which has already been bought and paid for. All my friends are congratulating me wildly and over-exuberantly. Some of them think I'm a huge celebrity now and will be wading through piles of cash once the book really takes off.
The truth is, when my book published on Tuesday, I was at my day job, working. And Tuesday night, I had dinner at Applebees with the kids to celebrate, which was a real treat for us. And nobody recognized me or asked me about my book because, lets face it - I'm not JK Rowling, and even she might not get recognized at Applebees.
As for the piles of cash, I remember the advice I've gotten from so many writers, writers with solid careers, even.
Don't quit your day job.
So I haven't, and I won't unless fate is extraordinarily kind. Meanwhile, my house is a mess, laundry needs to be done, my screen door is broken, I had to shovel snow with a sprained thumb this morning, I have a looming deadline for the second book, and the day job is crazy busy right now.
So it's all a mix of good and bad, and this week, it's mostly good. I'll take it. But I really could use 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep sometime. On a pile of cash.