When I got home from work Thursday night, there was a box on my front porch. I didn’t think much of it. My husband likes to shop, so I thought, “Wonder what he got this time?”
To my surprise, he started to open it then stopped. “Hey!” he said. “This has your name on it!”
I told him I didn’t remember ordering anything and asked him to open the box.
To my utter surprise and pleasure, the advanced reader copies of my novel (aka, ARC) were inside!
What beauties! To finally hold my book in my hands literally gave me chills of excitement. To open the smooth cover and see my own words on the cream-colored pages inside was unreal.
With these ARCs I will solicit “blurbs” from other authors. Authors already famous. Authors I admire.
I will ask bookstores to carry my book. I will ask bloggers to review my book. Eventually, when I get the final version (not just the ARCs), I will ask readers to read my book. And hope that they enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
It takes courage . . . and no small amount of arrogance to be a writer I think. I have to present this work to the world and say, “Hey! Read this! It will be worth your time, I promise you.”
Hello world. I present to you my novel. My baby. My blood, sweat and tears.
My novel, PROVECTUS, Survival of the Fittest, has arrived.