So ... these arrived. My official ARCs. I have never seen my name on/in a book before. Magazine, yes. Newspaper, yes. Book, no. It's weird.
The box came yesterday, and Thomas and I were trying to figure out what it was. "It must be one of your textbooks," I said.
"I already got all mine," he said.
"Are you sure?"
He cut the box open, looked at me, and smiled. "It's not my book."
It's crazy seeing them on actual paper--with an actual cover--and it they looked so great in ARC paperback, I can't wait to see the real deal.
I opened a read over the first page, flipped a few pages in. I read for a bit, and it's strange--it started to feel like an actual book, not like something I wrote or dreamed up. Not like an overly long Word document that I 've looked at and tweaked a million times. The words were closer together, more bookish. The background was the kind of matte white you only get on real paper. I kept on going, and I thought, wow, I would really read this. Which is the point, right? To write something you'd love to read yourself.
I can't wait to go through the whole thing, but for now, it's the best early xmas present I could get.