It seems that in the last few years, the bulk of my signed books I pick up at author events have some variation of “good luck with your own book” or “can’t wait to see your book in stores.” While on one hands it’s very cool to be viewed as a legitimate writer to my professional peers and idols, the other, more bitter part of me seems to wonder if that’s as close as I’m going to come.
These author events always play duel roles on my emotions. They encourage me to keep writing and give me a glimpse of the life I know I want, and it’s also fun to see old friends and catch up and chat over drinks. But it also just reminds me how far away I am from achieving my dreams. I don’t know if it’s worse to be at the very beginning with no idea how long the process is, or be where I am where I know I’m getting close, but know I’ve still got to have an immense amount of patience. How did you guys handle it before you published your first book? Or for those of you who aren’t published yet, how do you get through these bouts?
I’d also like to take a moment to thank Robin and Jamie Agnew of Aunt Agatha’s books who picked up dinner and the first couple rounds and the Michael Koryta who kept me at the table until nearly 2am and paid for the rest of the rounds.