I admit to more than a little stress when I realized how few days remained between what I thought was my manuscript’s final upload and my November 18 book launch. But I told myself, with my usual fierce optimism, that the MS would be approved in time for me to press that magic “publish” button in time to order multiple copies of Altitude (Flying Burgowski Book Three) in time for said book launch.
I admit to more than a little swearing when my optimism was not, for once, rewarded.
The expected approval email did not appear. When notification arrived, it wasn’t good news: a glitch in the MS required a second upload. The nice CreateSpace rep I spoke with assured me that, assuming the second upload went through, the absolute earliest I could receive my books was…November 20.
I admit to more than a little self-pity at realizing my book’s long-awaited debut was going to have to be a little more-awaited.
But all it took for me to extricate myself from the Swamp of Stressed-out Self-Recrimination was a half-hour drive, during which I thought about…
…a friend of mine who’s going blind
…another friend whose son, a dad in his 40s, is dying of leukemia
…a colleague who pretty much lives paycheck to paycheck
…the family of Philando Castile
…the families of those killed at the Texas church, the South Carolina church, the Las Vegas concert, Sandy Hook elementary…and on, and, sadly, on…
You get the idea. My launch date postponement is the poster child of a First World Problem. I got home, got to work on setting a new date and notifying the people who helped me get this far with my book.
Want to know how blessed I am? The friend who designed my original poster was emailing me the revised version within five minutes of receiving my news.
Sweet, sweet lemons indeed.