A Prayer for Writers
on the Eve of Publication
A Prayer for Writers on the Eve of Publication
May your books arrive on spec and on time.
May the reviewers be flattering and in possession of the final text.
May your conversation partners not cancel at the last minute.
May the indie-booksellers embrace you with open arms.
May your loved ones not take offense at being excluded from the acknowledgements.
May your coworkers and colleagues be supportive.
May everyone just agree to not talk about your sex scenes.
May bloggers not tag you in their negative reviews.
May the non-returnable accounts pick you up like a hot stranger in Vegas.
May the jerks and non-believers be caught in a flurry of targeted ads.
May the TikTokers find your book, and may their tears fall like rain.
May you sell out your events.
May you be surprised by a fairy god parent. Or two.
May you take a moment to sit in the quiet with your book. You made this.
May you find the courage to release it, with gratitude.
Because it’s gone. Elvis has left the building.
May your book move and shake like Elvis.
New York friends…
We’re having a little in person (!) launch at Power House on Monday. I’ll be in conversation with the *brilliant* Rebecca Fishbein, author of Good Things Happen to People You Hate, and there will be wine and glow sticks.
And if you can’t make that, NO WORRIES—there’s more where that came from:
Only six more days to pre-order Songs in Ursa Major…then it’s just a regular order. Hark, these early sales really do help a book find its footing and are very much appreciated. If you send me proof of purchase, I’ll send you a cute bag or a scary pin!