’Twas the Night Before your Book Release ...

So … technically my sophomore novel, FROM WINTER’S ASHES, releases on Tuesday, not tomorrow, (thus I’m admitting the title of this post is inaccurate as well as cheesy) but the anticipation is as strong as a restless child counting down the minutes on Christmas Eve, save one BIG difference!

FEAR.

Whether you’ve experienced your own RELEASE Day or you’re simply dreaming of the day, this is a GOOD day. I’m not trying to diminish that. It’s a dream come true in many ways! Like the long awaited birth of a child, you’ve suffered and rejoiced over the changes and the labor pains. You’ve agonized long into many sleepless nights preparing for that beautiful, glorious day when you get to hold your book baby in your hands for the first time. But like any new parent, joy is not often the only emotion you’ll experience. Because while you’ve prepared for this momentous occasion, the work is really just beginning! And the worries? Well, they’re as innate as your desire to shield your baby from bumps and booboos, hurts and heartaches, big and small.

And so, on the (almost) eve of my second “delivery” I’ve got a million things to do. I’m equally excited and nervous about the possibilities. The anticipation is agonizing. I CAN NOT WAIT! And yet, there’s an element of self-doubt that plagues most writers. From first-timers to veterans, sharing your heart on paper is an oddly vulnerable thing. You really can’t predict how your baby will be received. It’s a great unknown. Like a present waiting beneath that tree, you can’t help but wonder what you’re going to get. If the Giver remembered what it was you wanted or if you might not be mature enough to receive that gift.

Well, that day is coming! Someday it will be you on the cusp of release day, teetering on the emotional edge of your highest hopes. And because my book is about winter and is releasing in June, and because I’m ridiculously giddy and possibly terrified, and all kinds of upside-down and inside-out at present, I thought I’d hit you with some of this silliness. Enjoy!

’Twas the night before your book release, and all through your home,

no one else is nervous, your anxiety’s your own.

Do you re-read the words again, find a typo you can’t fix?

Do you close your eyes and try to sleep, with a prayer and a wish?

Did you do enough promotion, or is it all white noise?

Just keep your chin up, hang on to that poise.

Your heart won’t stop racing, your palms are all slick,

Your nails are already down to the quick.

Will they like it? You wonder. Will anyone buy?

Your eyes will be glued to your rank till you cry.

When all of the sudden five stars pop right up!

Someone loves it. They think you’ve got the right stuff.

Oh joy! Oh happiness! Oh writer’s delight!

The bestseller list is already in sight!

But all books aren’t for everyone, and you hold your breath for the day,

Some scathing one star steals your joy right away.

You’ll rejoice and you’ll torture over every review,

wishing they didn’t matter as much as they do.

Your pride will get dinged, other times it’ll sing …

But your book is with readers, the most important thing!

Will anyone find it, will you get lost in the horde,

Only time will tell, meanwhile, you write some more. 

Talk to me... Have you had a release day of your own? Any book release traditions you have or might implement someday? I pretty much drink lots of coffee and stare at my computer all day. Pretty exciting stuff! I'm thinking this time should include cake. Everything is better with cake. :)

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Amy Leigh Simpson writes romantic mysteries with honesty and humor, sweetness and spice, and gritty reality covered by grace. When she’s not stealing moments at naptime to squeeze out a few more adventures in storyland, she’s chasing around two tow-headed miscreants (Ahem)—boys, playing dress up with one sweet princess baby, and being the very blessed wife to the coolest, most swoon-worthy man alive. Amy is a Midwestern-girl, a singer, blogger, runner, coffee-addict, and foodie. Her Sports Medicine degree is wasted patching up daily boo boo’s, but whatever is left usually finds its way onto the page with fluttering hearts, blood and guts, and scars that lead to happily ever after.

Her debut romantic mystery novel WHEN FALL FADES is available now for $4.99! And this coming TUESDAY don't forget to check out the release day *SALE* on book two in the Girl Next Door Series FROM WINTER'S ASHES!

A Writer's Silver Lining... (And mine--BONUS book cover reveal!)

It's no secret that the publishing industry is a volatile beast. Like most everything, it's in constant flux. Some houses stay hot while others close their doors. Certain genre's trend while others dwindle. Bestsellers lose their readers and some newbie breaks into the box-office. Nothing about it is simple. Not pursing publishing. Not getting a contract. And most definitely not publishing a book.

I know what the pre-pubbers are thinking... how hard could it be? So tough to be YOU. With all those book deals and five star reviews! Meanwhile I'm over here churning out gold no one will ever read!

It's impossible not to compare, but being a mother taught be something very important.

Every age has it's challenges. And on the flip side, every stage has it's unique joys.

When you bring home your first newborn you are faced with the looming unknown and lots of untried muscles. You may think you're prepared since you've read all the parenting books about feeding schedules and consistency, about how you'll avoid all those parenting pitfalls like too much sugar or TV. How you'll discipline and it'll work the first time. How you'll be calm and tender and never yell or spank. Until you discover the truth: that terrifying little angel couldn't care less about your plans. He'll sleep all day and scream all night. He'll get colic, or reflux, or violent diaper rashes. He might hate even the slightest wet diaper, only like to sleep in your arms, require constant movement, spit up most of his feeding all over your admittedly disgusting hair and down your last clean shirt. You barely have time to shower off the spit up, much less blow dry your hair since the baby HEARS everything and what had once been a relaxing indulged of blissfully hot spray and sweet smelling soaps, becomes a sprint to scrub and rinse before disaster strikes.

Then again, infant snuggles are heart-melters. There's almost nothing like that tiny peanut curled up on your chest. They're so light, and portable. Their meals are no brainers. They don't talk back. Or fast pitch a flashlight at the flatscreen TV (Ahem, fact or fiction?) And they do sleep. A LOT! It's kind of amazing how much you can do when you have 3 or 4 solid naptimes to work around, that is... IF you can muster the energy to lift your arms much less coordinate your whole body to task.

You might bring home a second baby. Now you have not one infant, but perhaps an infant and a toddler. A toddler who doesn't remember to stay quiet when the baby is sleeping. A toddler who becomes this hulking threat to that infants safety when they whip their toy across the room like a torpedo. A tot who wants mommy to hold them instead of the baby. Who now needs constant attention, and takes maybe one measly catnap. Who complains about the food you prepared or who can find the most dangerous thing in even the most baby-proofed home the moment you turn your back. How much easier was it when that baby couldn't move and get into EVERYTHING? You could plop them down under their mobile and 30 seconds, 5 minutes, an hour later, they will still be right where you left them.

But they don't tell you they love you. They don't sing silly songs and dance around the kitchen with you. They don't draw you reallllly pretty pictures of what they think you look like. :) They don't run and throw their arms around you with abandon.

Every stage has it's challenges and joys. And it's important to remember that every stage has BOTH challenges AND joys. They really are never mutually exclusive.

When I look back now I think, what on earth was so hard about taking care of ONE infant? Piece of cake! Try taking care of a whole tribe of children each at a different stage of finding your hot spots and testing every ounce of your patience and endurance. They WILL get past that phase, you tell yourself, but once they do you'll remember things you miss about that very time you couldn't wait to be over.

There are times when it's so much easier and freeing to write without deadlines and expectations. I remember those times. I was frustrated that no one had recognized my "talent" but the escape there was limitless. You pray for the day you'll be lucky enough to have deadlines because that means you'll be past all the "hard stuff." But even though there are wonderful things to experience in the editing and torturing of your lovingly-crafted words, there are also new challenges to face. More pressure. More distractions. More expectations, and not just yours.

I'd encourage you, wherever you are at, to not only power through, but to look for those silver linings that make each phase of walking out your dreams undoubtedly WORTH IT! It won't be easy, and you won't always be happy, but for everything there is a season. And before you know it, you'll be watching your babies leave the nest, get married, have babies of their own.

Maybe even book babies. And because I'm about to bring my second one home, I'll share my silver lining...

 

Wait for it...

TADA!!! The cover I LOVED! That's a win, right there! Thank you to all of you who voted, no matter which cover you chose. FROM WINTER'S ASHES is now set to release on June 7th! Hope you check it out!!!!

From Winter's Ashes:

If you can trust your enemy with your life, what’s to stop him from stealing your heart?

Hopelessly unlucky in love and a target for tragedy, Joselyn Whyte hardly leads the charmed life you’d expect of an heiress. When she becomes the mark of an arsonist, the last person she expects to ride to her rescue is her nemesis—the man who sealed her fate as a frigid and lonely “Snow Whyte.”

Firefighter Finn Carson might talk a big game, but behind the swagger and the dimples is a man tormented by a mistake that cost a life. When a force stronger than his stubbornness pulls him off the bench and into a 5-Alarm fire for a miraculous save, Finn decides the key to his redemption lies with the Ice Princess he loathes. But the price to freedom from the guilt and nightmares might be too steep if it means bartering with Joselyn’s father by posing as her boyfriend—her safety and the ruthless billionaire’s Senatorial campaign hanging on the combustible edge of a decade old grudge. 

When secrets from the past resurface, the ruse and reality collide and threaten to thaw their heated rivalry—turning hate into something that terrifies them even more than the cunning predator with a bent sense of justice.