Arrival & a Reading

On Friday, I jumped up and down like a five year old who just convinced a parent to drive her to Toys R Us.

I jumped up and down because my books arrived.

My little published book of poetry arrived.

I ripped open the box and pulled out a copy. I ran my hand over the cover and flipped through the pages.

I was afraid I was going to see a disaster.
Messed up pages and the like.
Instead, I saw (near) perfection.

I say near because I spotted a typo, which send my heart sinking while also solidifying that I will always need to have someone else proofread my work. Always. 

Then my heart sank. Should I be excited to see my book published even though I did the publishing? I am sure some would say that, would mention that anyone can publish something nowadays so what does it matter? It is not like Penguin called me up or Knopf or [enter publishing company here].

So I sat for a moment. Yes, it would be great if a literary agent was all about my work. Yes it would be great if I'd had an editor (they may have caught the typo...but let's be real...how many typos do I find in books that have editors and such? A bunch). Yes, of course, that is the dream.

But I found that I was still excited. And why shouldn't I be? I just made a little dream of mine come true instead of waiting for it to miraculously happen.

So I continued my jumping up and down.

My books arrived and that makes me happy.

The first few shipped out yesterday.

In honor of all this, I have a short poetry reading for you all. Enjoy!


 

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As for the typo, I just keep thinking of this.