Release day! It’s finally here!
For the past seven days you’ve been like this on the outside:
Calm. Cool. Collected.
While on the inside:
It’s coming. It’s coming. It’s cooooooming!!
But now it’s here. You’ve set the day up right.
- Take day off work. CHECK
- Wake up at 11:50 p.m. CHECK
- Grab Kindle. CHECK
- Sneak past husband, children, and the dog. CHECK
- Find the quietest spot in the house to hide. CHECK
- Bring a blanket, water, and on-the-go food. CHECK
- Temporarily erase Facebook app so you don’t accidentally get any spoiler notifications from the fan groups. CHECK
- Anxiously and repeatedly hit the SYNC button on your Kindle until the book shows up. CHECK
- Begin reading. CHECK
- Five and a half hours, two bathroom breaks, one putting-the-book-down-and-hiding-in-the-closet-because-family-came-to-look-for-you later, you’re done.
- You close the book.
- Stare around the room.
- What is this feeling? It’s like you’ve lost your best friend.
- . . . You rub your tired, dry eyes. Take that last sip of water. Hug the Kindle to your chest. Take a deep breath. Nod. Tap the screen and begin re-reading. CHECK.
WHEN YOUR FAVORITE AUTHOR FINALLY RELEASED THE RELEASE DATE OF THE NEXT BOOK IN HER SERIES. THE ONE YOU’VE BEEN WAITING FOR FOOOOOOREVER. AND YOU CAN’T STOP TALKING IN THIS WEIRD, HIGH-PITCHED, OH-MY-GOD-THIS-IS-FINALLY-HAPPENING VOICE (OR WRITING IN ALL SHOUTY-CAPS) BECAUSE YOU ARE JUST THAT EXCITED.
*GIGGLE* I’M SO EXCITED. *SPOKEN IN A SHOUTY-WHISPER*
When you love a novel so much you have to buy the paperback version, too.
Only a great storyteller can make readers so invested and completely swept away that grammar and punctuation mistakes don’t even register.
When your love of a series has lead you to reading fan fiction because you just can’t wait for the new release, and OH MY GOD when is it coming out?!?
It only takes you days (because who really needs to sleep?) to exhaust every single Wattpad story out there and have no choice but to start reading the true series over again only to find out you have a small problem.
You suddenly can’t remember what is canon and what is fiction.
Know what’s worse than having your winter gear completely inaccessible in storage? Worse than when the “warm” state you moved to turned traitor and dropped into the low thirties with freezing ice?
It’s having every single book you own in storage. Inaccessible.
It’s been almost six months since I’ve gazed upon my preciouses. Stroked their spines. Smelled their booky goodness. Felt their wonderous silky pages underneath my fingertips. Read them.
Wah!!!! I want my books!!!
When your on the last chapter of your rough draft and you already blew past your daily quota but you just CAN’T STOP because for once the words are FLOWING and you’re so excited and energized and feel as if you could write FOREVER.
Yeah. This Moment.
. . .
(BTW, why do the words only flow when I’m nearing the end?! Where were you, Muse when I needed you in the beginning? And in the middle? And for all those bits in between? Out having a cocktail, huh? And you couldn’t even bother to share. Seriously. Sometimes I just want to trade you in for a better model.)