Ever wonder what it's like to see your first book go out? I kept a running file open and live blogged it, only I didn't post it live, so maybe it's an undead blog? Either way, here's what it was like for me...
*gets up way too early because of excitement, bypasses dirty dishes and messy floor, goes straight to computer*
Oh, YAY! More Night of the Giving Dead auction bids! YOU ARE AWESOME PEOPLE. I AM SENDING YOU PSYCHIC HAPPY VIBES.
*writes blog post, begins soda consumption despite the fact that it's only 7:30 in the morning, because coffee makes me even more hyper. Scary, eh?*
ZOMGWKFGRDFSYSERYT$EAAEW!!!! Megan Bostic zombified herself on Facebook! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Wait a tick...a whole slew of people did it? IS THAT A PLUNGER IN HER HEAD?!?! I am crying over zombies, and that makes me laugh, and the result is NOT PRETTY AT ALL. Holy crapsticks. I have the coolest friends in the whole entire world.
Yes, son, I'm crying over zombies. This shouldn't surprise you.
I still can't get over that plunger.
I have officially become one of those annoying twitter people who types everything in all capital letters.
Whoops. I got so distracted by all the messages...and pictures...and PLUNGER that I forgot I'm supposed to be stalking my book on Amazon. Gotta get on that.
SOMEONE BOUGHT IT IN A STORE! LIKE, A REAL ONE! AND THEY PAID MONEY FOR IT! AND IT WAS ON THE SHELF! AND NOW I'M HYPERVENTILATING!
Daughters, please don't hit each other in the head any more. I need to get back to freaking out over this book. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
Okay, so maybe it's time to take a freak out break. I think I'll watch some Strong Bad emails. Because they are awesome.
Belated lunch. Slightly disappointed that my B&N doesn't carry the book, but there's another one across town that does! I WILL STALK THEM TOMORROW.
My cheeks hurt from smiling too much. Someone say something mean before my cheeks fall off! Actually, don't, because I'm hyperemotional right now.
Yes, I will color princess pictures. Maybe my cheeks will stop hurting.
I will not read reviews. I know I'm not supposed to read reviews. I will not do it. I have the self-control of a...self-controlly thing.
Who am I kidding? Maybe I'll start with reviews from people I know. They'll be gentle, right?
THANK YOU FOR BEING GENTLE, PEOPLE I KNOW.
I am ordering pizza for dinner. There will be no cooking in the Harris household today, because I am busy basking in the awesome! I'll only have one first debut day, right?
First official shelf picture, courtesy of KM Walton!
I really want to go out and strike up a random conversation with somebody, like in Target or something, and ask them what they do for a living so they will ask me. And then I can say, "Yo. I'm a published author!"
I can't believe I just said YO.
Actually, I can.
If you can't tell, it's getting toward the end of the night, and I'm really slappy and exhausted and thrilled and grateful and so so so SO happy.
I could totally get used to this.