I've heard all kinds of stories from fellow debut authors about how the day is an odd one--both thrilling and depressing. I was super-afraid of this day for a long time. Then, my lovely publisher decided to send me off to the Pacific NW Booksellers Association Convention on this very day. A place to go with copies of my book to sign and other authors to hang out with? Kind of ideal. And then, when I get home, I'll have a glass of wine with the hubs, take a deep breath, and catch up on bad television.
Oh, what am I talking about? I'll get home, drive my youngest to a birthday party, make deviled eggs for the opening night party of two of my other sons' production of Oliver, attend said production, then go home and start cleaning because my parents are coming to visit.
Probably should squeeze in some writing, too :)
And, don't miss all the Bookanista goodness this week: