So yesterday was release day. And by 8am, I was so sick of myself I had to go out into the world - even if just to stop clicking around the sales report page. I grabbed the grocery list, my errand stuff, and my boo-boo proof*.
First stop, the post office to check my PO Box. All it had in it were last week's newspapers, but it gave me a chance to show off my proof to the postal gal. We chatted books for a few minutes until another customer came in.
Then I went to the bank. I have fans at the bank. My biggest fan there - the one who managed to beg me out of a proof copy of Accidental Death - has been going thru some stuff, so I didn't expect to see her. I figured I was pretty safe showing off the boo-boo proof since her car wasn't in the lot. Nope, there she was. I set the book down to show her and she started to take it saying 'Let me grab my purse'. I snatched it back before she got attached to it. I mean, I felt really bad because she probably could use some escapism right now, but I couldn't sell her that one. I promised to get her one ASAP.
Next stop, the library. Now, at this particular local library, there's usually a gal who squees when she sees me coming - especially if I have a new book in my hands. I walked in - no squee. She quit. Totally harshed my day. I needed the squee. Craved the squee, in fact. I just didn't realize it until it wasn't there. The head librarian was there - swamped because she's now shorthanded and unsure whether the library system will let her hire a new gal - and she was suitably impressed with my pretty book.
Today it's raining pretty hard, so I'm home. Today, I'm supposed to get my new proof - with actual page numbers and junk - so I should be able to approve it for purchase and then order a bunch of copies. (There'll be a Goodreads contest for one.) Tomorrow, I may head back out into the world and visit my local used bookstore. She'll pat me on the head for my lovely new book, and I'll be happy.
Who knew I could be so needy? Bleh.
*Thus called because it has no page numbers.