So yeah, I was asked to co-author a book on WordPress with four other people. We all have our drafts submitted and we’re waiting on editing to come back. I’ve been working away at my other to-dos because I know crunch time will happen at some point.
Anyway, I saw some tweets with the link to the book up at the publisher’s website.
And then I read my email, with the link to the book on Amazon.com. Where people can pre-order it.
Now, forgive me for being a bit dense, but this is when it hit me: I’m writing a book that people will actually read. And not just my mom, or my family, or friends, or people I know that I sorta work with sometimes, but even people I don’t know. Someone tweeted at me that they actually did pre-order it. (I faved the tweet.)
And then there was the whole “Oh yeah, don’t forget to make your author page on Amazon!” (I have an author page on Amazon??!??) Well, I do now.. the start of one, anyway.
I need to get a good pic and write a bio… and acknowledgments.
In my “HOLY CRAP!” times, when I let myself run around in circles, flailing, I will tweet at my other author friends and they say this is normal and no you don’t get used to it, isn’t it cool? And in writing that sentence, my brain went, oh em gee, I have author friends.
Sometimes I write blog posts about things like this so I can read them in my archives later and say, “Yes, this really happened.”