I feel like I've quieted down a bit about writing since my book sold. I haven't really talked much about what's been going on (all good stuff but things that keep me busy...I just finished my first round of edits for CANARY and am now working on a final revision of my next book before I send it off to my agent).
Truthfully, it feels so far away before my book comes out that I still think of it in the abstract.
However, one thing has been sort of blowing my mind.
My book got listed on Goodreads about a month after it sold.
Since then, people have been quietly adding it to their "to read" shelf.
97 people to be exact.
I know about fifteen of them.
That means roughly 82 complete strangers have found my book and marked it as something they want to read.
One person even put it on a shelf called "Dying-to-Read."
It's crazy, awesome and humbling.
People are discovering my book and they want to read it.
I'm not afraid to admit that I may find myself from time to time sticking my hand in the air and fist pumping my imaginary book.
Because this is a bit crazy to me and one of the first times that I actually feel like a published author.
And I have to admit, I like it!