So … these arrived. My official ARCs. I have never seen my name on/in a book before. Magazine, yes. Newspaper, yes. Book, no. It’s weird.
The box came yesterday, and Thomas and I were trying to figure out what it was. “It must be one of your textbooks,” I said.
“I already got all mine,” he said.
“Are you sure?”
He cut the box open, looked at me, and smiled. “It’s not my book.”
It’s crazy seeing them on actual paper–with an actual cover–and it they looked so great in ARC paperback, I can’t wait to see the real deal.
I opened a read over the first page, flipped a few pages in. I read for a bit, and it’s strange–it started to feel like an actual book, not like something I wrote or dreamed up. Not like an overly long Word document that I ‘ve looked at and tweaked a million times. The words were closer together, more bookish. The background was the kind of matte white you only get on real paper. I kept on going, and I thought, wow, I would really read this. Which is the point, right? To write something you’d love to read yourself.
I can’t wait to go through the whole thing, but for now, it’s the best early xmas present I could get.