It's only two and a half months until Fairer than Morning hits stores! The closer I get to publication, the more I feel like I just fell down a rabbit hole.
Everything looks different. I grow, I shrink. Pieces of paper turn into characters and rain down on my head.
The first people I meet in Wonderland are my potential endorsers. When a couple of them send me enthusiastic comments, I float around for days like the Cheshire Cat's smile.
In Wonderland, where words won't behave themselves, I face the reality that not everyone will like my novel. Initially, that makes me feel as if the Queen of Hearts has called for my head to be lopped off. "But why?" I want to ask. "What have I done? Or failed to do?"
But in this strange place where persons are made of paper, it's not about me. It's about the taste of the Reader Queen. And she is sovereign of her own realm, and has every right and every authority to like some authors and behead all the others. That's how the cards are dealt in Wonderland.
In Wonderland, the end of the story is the end of the dream and the beginning of real life.
So for now, I dance the Lobster Quadrille with wild joy when I find out my novel has been selected as a Buyer's Choice for a major national chain. But in the end, I'm still dancing with lobsters.
Maybe if one of them pinches me, I'll wake up.