So I have a book launching soon. Like in less than two weeks. And you might’ve heard about it once or fifty times because I keep sharing updates on Facebook. And Twitter. And this blog. And Instagram. And my newsletter. And OHMYGOSHHOWSICKOFMEAREYOU?
It should be a hashtag. #toomuchjulie
(But please don’t make that a hashtag.)
Because things are going to get worse.
You see, I also have a son launching soon. Like in less than three months. And I will be sharing updates about his graduation and my pride (and also tears and OHMYGOSHHOWWILLWEPAYFORCOLLEGE) on Facebook. And Twitter. And Instagram. This blog. My newsletter.
You don’t have to be an English teacher to see the analogy. After years of preparation, I’m releasing both my first novel and my first child into the world within the same short span of time.
On the one hand, this coincidence is overwhelming. I can scarcely process the emotions and still refuse to look directly at the horse.
On the other hand, this coincidence is a blessing. I can’t get too worked up about the prospect of a bad review or about poor sales or about someone disliking my main characters or my themes or my beginning/middle/end once these elements have all gone beyond my reach.
Because my actual real live baby is going beyond my reach. Alone.
Which impels me to say again how damn proud I am of Jack. I’ve never lived farther than 30 miles from the place I was born and now my son is flying to another state where he’ll eat and sleep and study and livelovelaugh among strangers without me there to hug him daily.
Likewise, Letters for Scarlet is flying off into the hands of strangers; people who aren’t automatically rooting for me and hearing the story in my voice and telling me they loved reading it and buying extra copies because they’re related to me or we went to school together or I used to be their teacher or we joke together on the internet or something.
Truth: Letting go of both Jack and Scarlet concurrently makes me a little sick to my stomach.
But if I can hand my sweet baby boy over to this world and trust that he’ll be okay; if I can believe he WILL find support in his new home— and new people to care for him, new friends, new reasons to livelovelaugh—surely I can hand over my book.
Now forgive me while I tell you AGAIN that the Kindle edition of Letters for Scarlet is available for preorder here, and the print edition launches on April 4th.
And my novella Guest List is a prequel to the events in Letters for Scarlet. You can download it here for FREE NOW. It takes a second and would be much appreciated. Also it’s free. No such thing as #toomuchfree. Right?
Lastly, if you haven’t signed up for my newsletter, please do that here and receive a FREE sample of my memoir, Running with Pencils. Afterward, about once a month (or so) I’ll send you a quick email with deals and news on my books. But only when there’s something important to share.
Oh wait. One more thing: It’s this guy, then and now and always. Until forever. #toomuchgrowingup