So I was wandering a new Borders, and I stumbled upon the anthology that has an essay of mine in it! It's OUT! Ohmigawd, I can't tell you how excited I was to see it!
Really, I can't.
It's too embarrassing.
It's just a little essay, so I don't have to act all cool and professional yet, right? I can be silly, and you won't mind? (I'm pretty sure you guys already think I'm half off my rocker, anyway.)
A little essay is nothing in the grand scheme of the publishing world. So it's absolutely ridiculous and childish that--after I got home and found my two free copies--I carried the book around with me, clutched to my chest, all night long. Last night, it sat on my book stand while I slept. Right now, it's sitting on the side of my desk. I even brought it to the ballgame.
The back cover has my REAL NAME on it, only TWO LINES away from THE JA Konrath!!! Yikes! And the last page of my essay has my REAL NAME mini-bio on it!
I've had several authors tell me that there is no difference between publishing under your real name and publishing under a pseudonym.
So. Not. True.
Completely not true. Not a shred of truth to that statement. Not even a nanospeck of truth! I've sold over half a million words. But these are the first 4,000 under my real name. I don't ever remember being this silly and foolish about anything else I've ever published!
And yet, I feel baby-butt naked. Embarrassed. I begged DH not to tell anyone. BEGGED him. I really meant it, too.
I was looking at it on the shelf in the cool, new Borders, grinning at it, and an employee came and asked if I needed any help.
I ran away!!!
Eegawds! (Don't tell anyone, please!)
I got this gig on a stroke of luck. Right time, right place, all that. Saw the little opening, jumped through it with both feet and enthusiasmed the editor into a 'yes.'
Speaking of the editor, she is AWESOME--Leah Wilson. Best editor I've ever had, by far.
Oh, the book? Perfectly Plum. Don't buy it to read me. (Please don't tell me if you read it! Unless you really liked it ...)
I've been a huge fan of the Stephanie Plum books, ever since I fell in heat with Ranger. Major drool. Is it really a contest?? Morelli vs. Ranger? I'm a Ranger girl, through and through. I want the Ranger t-shirt!
And someday, I want to grow up and be Lula.
PS: In between now and when I sell a novel, will someone please give me the manual on how to be a cool author?