But now, finally, I’m able to do what I love full time.
This week, a wonderful package arrived at my house. See the Harlequin logo on the side?
Squee! Inside were copies of my December release, Rancher’s Son. Much celebration ensued!
Aren’t they beautiful?
Soon after I finished dancing around with books in my hands,though, it was time to get to work again. But this part of my job as an author didn’t involve much writing.
See, nearly everyone of those advance copies had already been promised—to reviewers, to immediate family, to my editor, my agent. There were contests to enter and books to ship. And ship. And ship. And ship.
So, away went the notes on the story I was writing, and out came piles of bookmarks, envelopes, tape, scissors, pens, markers and note pads (‘cause my mama said you can’t just slip a book in an envelope, you have to send a note!). Soon, my desk looked like a shipping office.
I have to admit, this isn’t my favorite part of being an author. Oh, I love the notes part, but the shipping? Not so much.
I’ve gotten pretty good at it though because I know that the sooner I finish, the sooner I can get back to what I really want to do—tell the story of how my next hero and heroine overcome the odds to fall in love.
By the way, I do have a few Rancher's Son bookmarks left over. If you'd like one, drop me a line at
email@example.com. Include your snail mail addy, and I'll slip one in the mail to you.