12:24 p.m. - March 06, 2003
There are thousands of pre-orders for my book. I want to say that again: My book. Mine. Is it vainglory or puffery to be (overly?) proud of this? It’s finally sinking in, dropping its albatross shape in favor of – royalty checks? Damn, that’s the first thing that came to mind. Now that is distressing.
My book. It is a relief to be done, to have it sitting before someone other than myself who will fine-tooth. My book, all 450 + pages. I’m pleased I kept the original dedication – To my parents – and my brother and sister are going to have to wait for the next ones to come out for their inscriptions.
Recall that there are 5 books left to write. Five!
So what the hell am I doing on Diaryland?!
Barbara-the-Editor just called again. No, no, no, no: My photo does not go on the back cover. Period. She says Okay but I know this is not the last of it. The book hits the presses when?
My book, folks.
Have a great day.