Okay, first let me say that this blog is not gonna be “My book, my book, my book” forever. I’m going to try to keep the book talk out of my regularly scheduled Tuesday-Thursday-Saturday posts and put up additional posts as needed about Bastard Husband: A Love Story-now-available-order-yours-before-10/15-and-I’ll-pick-up-the-shipping. But for today, bear with me—this is all new and exciting. Well, to me.
Last night I met Vegas blogger extraordinaire Hurricane Mikey at the Ovation lounge in Green Valley Ranch. I had to give him his copy of my book and thank him again for his blurb of endorsement, and man, was I relieved to see him look so impressed with my creation. Those of you who’ve met Mikey know he’s a straight shooter, and if something sucks, he’ll tell you. But “he likes it—hey, Mikey!” (For the youngsters, that’s a reference to a 1970s cereal commercial.)
Mikey’s an avid reader, so his seal of approval means a lot. Of course, I had to point out the imperfections I see, like how some page numbers are a sixteenth of an inch higher or lower than others.
“Is that unacceptable?” I asked. “Should I send them back or am I just being neurotic?”
Mikey rolled his eyes like “duh, you’re always neurotic” and told me it was nothing to worry about. But I still will.
Always looking for imperfections. That is so not good. I try not to project that onto other people and I think I do a pretty good job of limiting the search for flaws to myself. Like I can look in the mirror and identify 10 things that are wrong and no matter how many times people say, “No, Linda, one eye is not bigger than the other,” I never truly believe them.
You will never be happy. I forget which boyfriend or husband told me that. Maybe it was all of them.
I’m not sure a glossy finish on a black book cover was a good idea. It really shows fingerprints.
Okay, I’ll stop.
But you know what? Yes, there are some aspects of the printed book that I’m not 100 percent happy with and I’m probably being a little too picky, but I can say with 100 percent certainty that the story inside is well crafted. It’s well written and well structured and it’s funny and sad and just plain well done. Yep, that I can say.
And you know what else? Even with the imperfections, I actually think I’m pretty decent looking. And maybe if I sell enough books, I can do something about that sagging jaw line.
Did I tell you the shipping's on me until 10/15?
I love you guys. Really.