You know how, when you are about eleven, and Christmas is coming, you sit in front of the pile of presents, and sort through them to find all the ones with your name on them, and shake them, and think about them, and go back to see if any more presents with your name on it are there, and think about them some more? And how the more you think and look and shake the longer it takes Christmas morning to actually get there?
That’s how I feel right now. About my book.
The night before last I dreamed three times about getting my books. I would dream that I got my books, then I would wake up for a few seconds, then I would go back to sleep and in my dream I would think, “Ha! Last night I dreamed that I got my books! Well now it’s the next day, so surely I’ll get them today.”
And then I would. But it was just a dream, of course.
When I’m not sleeping I spend way too much time online googling things like “Emily by Emily Smucker” and “Louder than Words, HCI” hoping to find some new and interesting info.
Like this: Go to hcibooks.com. Click on the tab that says “teens.” Which books series do you suppose shows up first?
Oh yeah!
Which, you know, they probably sort it by publication date or something. Still, I thought it was pretty cool.
My books are supposed to come this week. Probably not till Friday or something. I am so on pins and needles. I can’t wait.
The Girl in the Red Rubber Boots 