Losing my mind
I’m going to go ahead and conclude that I am not wired properly to handle a gradual book roll-out.
A week ago I was completely convinced Immortal wasn’t going to debut as scheduled, which is a terrifying thought for someone who’s already gone through that once. Now I’m completely preoccupied with the idea that nobody’s buying the book.
I mean, I’m sure that people are buying it. Or if they aren’t, they’re going to soon. But since Amazon is deliberately opaque about how many orders have actually been made or how many people have just added it to their wish list or put it in their carts without hitting “buy”, and since they only order more copies every 7-10 days, I have plenty of things about which to ulcerate myself.
All of which is stupid
And it’s stupid, and I know it’s stupid, because right now what I’m really waiting on is for people to read the book, not buy it. I concede that it has to be bought in order to be read (generally) but still. Given the nature of things– a genre-bending first-time novel published by a new company with promotion consisting entirely of what I could drum up in a month or two– we’re going to need a great deal of word-of-mouth to truly succeed. And word-of-mouth doesn’t really work until people read the book.
Which, again, means Amazon has to ship the books.
If they have any buyers.
And here we are again.
My backup “thing about which I shall freak” is the party, which will be a source of concern for me until at least 30 people accept the invite. Mind you, it’s already halfway to that number, the event isn’t for another seventeen days, and 3/4 of the people who got the invitation on Facebook haven’t even responded yet. Doesn’t matter; I’m still freaking out.
Unrelated amusing story
Dramatis personae: Me; son Tim; Tim’s college roommate Pat; Tim’s girlfriend Mariah.
Scene: My car, driving Tim back to campus after he has spent the day working a register at his part time job. Mariah, having been off campus for the past two days, is expected to be back at the dorm waiting for Tim.
Tim: It’s so great knowing I’m going back home (i.e. the dorm) to a back rub tonight.
Me: What, Pat doesn’t give good back rubs?
Tim: No he doesn’t. And the sex is terrible.