And Now, We Wait

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I’ve never been a fan of waiting. I come by this honestly. Dare I say, it’s genetic. When my older sister was in grade school, she interviewed our father for a class assignment. One question was what he disliked. His answer, which immediately became famous within the family: “Waiting and lumpy gravy.” I’m with him on both.

Last Thursday night, I sent my final (please, God) corrections to the person doing the interior design on my book. With one exception, all the corrections were misplaced hyphenations caused by her software. (Seriously—in what bizarre alternate universe would I ever hyphenate “Ryan”?) It was a fairly lengthy list, but they should all be simple enough. If she sends over the final proof tomorrow morning, I can review it, approve it, and call it done. (I was hoping she might decide to work over the weekend, but no such luck.)

The cover design is done. My cover artist (spouse of the interior designer) said in his Friday email that once I sign off on everything, he can send the final files.

In preparation, I tried to log into Ingram Spark on Friday. They wanted me to update my password. I tried, and tried, and tried again. Finally, I emailed them to ask what the problem is. I’m waiting for a response so I can be ready to do the upload as soon as I have the final book and cover files.

I already know Amazon is taking forever these days. I’ve ordered inventory of the other two books, and each order claims it will take 3-4 weeks. No idea what’s taking so long. I remember when the turnaround was 10 days. I’m presently living in terror about how long it will take to get a proof copy of the new book so I can place an actual order, plus how long fulfillment take, because the launch party is November 5 and I must have books for the party. But I don’t dare place an order for 50 books without reviewing a proof copy, because if they screw something up, I’ll have no recourse. Even at author copy prices, books aren’t inexpensive because even Prime members pay for shipping on author copies.

And did I mention that I have an appellate brief due this Friday and another due in two weeks? It’s just as well, because if all I had to do was to sit around and wait for proofs, files, book proofs, and deliveries, I’d likely go mad.

Some might encourage me to use this time wisely. The book is written. There’s nothing more to do there. So use this time to plan out some marketing (which, let’s face it, should already be in place), try to schedule more events, and do everything that needs to happen before Halloween because there will be no time later, like wash the windows, clean up the gardens, figure out year-end finances, schedule various home maintenance tasks (boiler inspection, leaf cleanup, and whatever I’m forgetting right now)—oh, and plan the launch party.

The launch party is a first for me, but I’m genuinely excited (except when I start panicking about the possibility of not having books). I’ve never done a book launch. My first novel, State v. Claus, came out during the pandemic, and nobody was doing in-person events, so I posted it and went on with my day. My second novel, Becoming Mrs. Claus, came out in 2023. While I could theoretically have had a launch, the final weeks before publication were fraught: my beloved orange cat, Ned, died, and my book designers and I were waiting until the last minute for the cover blurb because author William Kent Krueger, who generously blurbed the book, was on tour for his own recent release. At least it was simply a matter of uploading files and calling it released that time. (Also, that was when Amazon was turning around orders for author copies in days rather than weeks.)

I feel as if I should be putting this gap time to good use, except I don’t know what that good use is. Some authors might be starting a new book at this point, but those are likely authors who aren’t responsible for getting the books uploaded, ordered, and delivered by any particular deadline.

Mind you, I know that from certain perspectives, this is a lovely problem to have. Other people are waiting for far more pressing things, like my nephew who is need of a kidney transplant and is presently undergoing dialysis. If I don’t have books for my launch party, I’ll be mortified and crushed and attendees will be disappointed, but if he doesn’t get a kidney, the consequences are far more dire. Plenty of people are waiting to be paid for work they’ve performed or to receive court-ordered alimony and child support payments so they can meet their various obligations. People are waiting to hear about job opportunities, school admissions, and countless other decisions that could affect the course of their lives.

And so, as I wait for everything I need, I try to keep perspective. Yes, I dearly want to have everything in place for the launch party. Yes, it drives me nuts to have so little control over things like Ingram Spark’s tech glitches or Amazon’s slow production schedule. (No, Amazon does not offer the option of expediting an order. I’ve checked. Apparently, author copies are a low priority because they’re sold at wholesale and Amazon doesn’t make money on them.)

The only option to speed up an Amazon order is to order books as standard retail purchases and use Prime for shipping. (While this is more expensive than author copies, the author does have the option of setting the price wherever they choose.) While this would be a decent workaround after publication, it would require officially publishing the book weeks earlier than I planned. One of the perks of coming to the launch is that people will get the books before they’re available to the public, since the launch is November 5 and publication day is November  10. If I have to release early in order to have books for the launch, this incentive vanishes.

Another possibility is to use other printers, such as Barnes & Noble, who also offer print-on-demand and may be able to turn around an order more quickly. Even so, until I have final files in hand, I can’t do anything.

They say waiting builds character. Being powerless teaches you patience and faith. Having no control helps you to realize what’s truly important.

Maybe they’re right. Maybe all these things are true. Maybe the current circumstances will make me a better, stronger person.

I don’t care. I want my books in time for the launch. I don’t mean to whine (although I know I sound a little bit whiny—or maybe more than a little bit.) It’s not even just so I have the books to show everybody. The real reason—and this is God’s honest truth, not an attempt to make myself sound less whiny—is that I don’t want to disappoint the people who are coming. Those generous folks are coming because it means something to them to support this local author and/or to have my new book a few days before the rest of the world. These people are incredibly kind, and I want to be able to put this book into their hands. I want to give them this tangible evidence that I appreciate their coming out on an evening in November, after autumn darkness has fallen, when they could very reasonably have decided just to go home and watch television and wait a few more days to order the book. Whether the party consists of six people or 30 (and I seriously doubt there will be as many as 30), I will be enormously grateful to them for coming, and I want them to have the tiny benefit of purchasing the book before anybody else on the planet, just because they’re special and I want them to know it.

In the end, it comes down to this: I wrote the book. That’s the part I controlled. From here on out, the vast majority of what happens will depend on other people.

And so, we wait.

Jolabokaflod

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It’s Christmas Eve. All the ordering (and returning and re-ordering) is finished. All the errands—purchasing gifts and cards and wrapping paper and gift bags, all the packing and mailing of gift boxes, all the shopping for holiday meals and parties and events—it’s all done. At least, it’s as done as it’s going to be, because all the stores have closed for Christmas.

Which means that it’s time for a respite. That respite is Jolabokaflod.

Originating in Iceland, Jolabokaflod translates approximately as “Christmas book flood” or “Yule book flood.” It’s a cozy holiday tradition celebrated on Christmas Eve. For Jolabokaflod, everyone exchanges books as gifts. Then, they spend the evening snuggled up with their new books and hot chocolate or other festive drinks, savoring the peace of the evening and the company of loved ones as they immerse themselves in stories.

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The 100 Day Project 2025, Day 52(!)

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You probably thought I’d given up.

Oh, no.

Come on, admit it. You figured I threw in the towel, especially since my last blog post had nothing to do with this project.

Well, maybe. I mean, it’s been a while.

I’ll admit, I’ve missed two days (which is why this was Day 52, not Day 54). And some of my writing days have been fairly minimal—half an hour (or less), or just research, or mainly reading and editing. It’s certainly been no #1000wordsofsummer this year.

But that’s actually a good thing.

Sure, right.

No, really, I’m not making excuses. For where this book is now, a daily word goal would have been counterproductive. Word goals are good when you’re putting down the first draft and figuring out the story. That’s not where I am now. At this point, I’m fleshing out a piece of the story that I’d found wildly intimidating. By going slowly and including research, I’m making real progress, not just slap down some words and call it done progress. I’m cutting phrases and lines and paragraphs and whatever else needs to go. I’m editing what was already there to accommodate the new material. I’m seeing how the new stuff is going to impact what came before, such as where I need to drop in references so that what happens in the climactic section isn’t coming out of the blue. (I hate it when I get broadsided by critical information just at the pivotal moment. It’s like reading a murder mystery and being told on page 332 of a 335-page book that the main suspect had a twin brother nobody knew about, and the two planned the murder together, with one of them accepting an award at a black-tie event—perfect alibi—while the other committed the murder.)

The reality is that barring a flat-out miracle—including three months when I don’t have to practice law and yet money magically appears in the bank every month, as well as a brilliant (and affordable) editor who is free to drop everything and spend four weeks helping me turn this mess into a masterpiece—there is simply no way this book will be out for the holidays this year. I hate that so much. At book events last year, I kept telling people that the new book would be out this year. Now, I’m making myself a liar. The only option would be to write and publish a novella-length piece in this series, except that there isn’t time to do that because I’d have to start from scratch and it’s already the middle of June and I have no ideas for something short and self-contained. I can’t even use the first section of the present book, because there’s nothing particularly Christmasy about it, and if I’m going to publish a novella about Santa Claus at the holidays, it needs to be Christmasy. Plus, because I’m me and I require everything to fit together, it would somehow need to advance the series.

Sigh.

You’re probably wishing right now that this was another post about ecclesiastical garments. Mea maxima culpa.

Except . . . you know. . . .

No. Absolutely not. It wouldn’t work.

Well, maybe. . . .

Forget it. I’m sticking with the manuscript in progress.

But what if. . . ?

This is ridiculous. I can’t get distracted. Not now. I cannot go from start to finish on another book–especially not in time for the holidays. It is not possible. It doesn’t matter that there’s this one large, gaping hole in the narrative, and there isn’t room in this book to deal with that issue because it would make the book much longer and it doesn’t fit anywhere with any of the rest of the story anyway, so it would have to be separate anyway except that it wouldn’t be long enough to be a novel by itself, so. . . .

I’m just saying. . . .

Oh, shut up.

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Well. I certainly didn’t see this coming when I started this post. And I don’t know whether it’ll be possible anyway.

But it would address that gaping hole, which is nice because the book I’m currently working on is the final book of the series, so this would take care of that issue before I get to the finale. Not that anybody has ever mentioned the hole. Maybe I’m the only one who sees it. Maybe it’s not really a hole at all.

I hate moving away from the book in progress now, just when I’m finally getting a firm handle on it. After all, do I really have to have a new book this year? Of course not. Nobody’s going to cry if I tell them it’s not happening this year. Most of the people from last year’s events probably won’t remember anyway. It’s not as if they’re sitting around saying, “Oh, I can’t wait for [fill in the event], because P. Jo Anne Burgh said she’s going to have a new book this year!”

And yet, there’s another story to be told. . . .

I need to think about this.

Moral of the story: be careful what you write.

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A Few More Thoughts About Fairs, Festivals, and Holiday Markets

Reading at Raymond Library, Oakdale, Connecticut—November, 2023

Even though October has several days left, the Season is officially under way. Opportunities to join events where I can sell books, whether exclusively for authors or with broader appeal, are coming thick and fast. On Tuxedo Cat Press’s website, the upcoming events page is being updated at least once a week.

This is now my third holiday bookselling season, and so I’d like to share with you a few more things I’ve learned—and continue to learn—about managing some specific aspects of the Season:

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A Few Thoughts About Fairs, Festivals, and Holiday Markets

Winterfair, Hartford, Connecticut – December, 2023

Last weekend, Tuxedo Cat Press had a tent at the South Windsor Apple Fest. I had no idea how popular the event would be, but I hadn’t done an event in two months, so when another author had to bow out and offered me her spot, I signed up. I figured I’d hang around, talk to some people, and maybe sell a couple of books.

It was a long day, to be sure. I arrived at 7:15 a.m. to set up, and I didn’t get home until nearly 7:00 p.m. But it was a good, fun, and productive day, complete with perfect New England autumn weather and a visit from Chuckles, the official mascot of the Lutz Children’s Museum (and my neighbor). Best of all, sales were excellent, which always makes for a good event.

In two weeks, the Season begins in earnest. This weekend and next are my last unbooked ones until after Christmas. I recently confessed to someone that one of the main reasons I keep my Upcoming Events page on Tuxedo Cat Press’s website up to date is that otherwise, I’m likely to forget where I’m supposed to be, much less when.

Some authors don’t like to do fairs, holiday markets, and other types of events that aren’t “literary.” It’s all a matter of what you like, I suppose. That, and whatever works.

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1,000 Words of Spring 2024, Day 13

Charlotte

When you’re trying to stick with a writing program, it helps to have a buddy to keep you on track.

My buddy is Charlotte.

As I mentioned earlier this week, I usually start getting ready for my writing time a little before ten o’clock in the evening. Yes, I know that for some people, ten o’clock is bedtime, but I haven’t gone to bed that early since the eighth grade. These days, on a typical weekday, I finish work around seven or seven-thirty. Then, it’s time to feed the cats and make my own dinner. I usually eat somewhere around eight-thirty or nine o’clock, so by the time I finish and clean up, it’s getting close to ten.

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Starting Again . . . and Again

Because miracles happen.

The beginning of the year is a time for starting over. We sweep away old habits, old messes, old goals we didn’t meet, and in their place, we impose new ones. This year, we tell ourselves, this year will be different. This year, we’ll exercise, eat better, work harder, have more self-control. We’ll set goals and then achieve them, whether they’re little goals like losing ten pounds or big ones like selling that book we’ve slaved over for years for a six-figure advance. Of course, the internet is replete with cautionary advice about not trying to do too much, but what does the internet know about dreams?

I published Becoming Mrs. Claus last fall. Those who were reading this blog last winter know that at that point, I never thought it would happen. I was ready to trash that book and work on something, anything else.

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Advent

When my sister was in fourth grade, her teacher assigned the class to interview someone with a list of questions she had prepared. Julie chose my father. One of the questions was, “What do you dislike?” Dad’s answer was prompt and memorable: “Waiting and lumpy gravy.”

I don’t recall ever encountering lumpy gravy, but I do have substantial experience with waiting. Suffice to say, I am my father’s daughter on this issue.

Sometimes, though, the wait time isn’t nearly long enough. Take the holiday season, for example. Traditionally, everything was crammed in to the roughly four-week period between Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year, though, I noticed that Christmas preparations seemed to begin as soon as the last trick-or-treaters trooped down the driveway with their bags of candy. My neighbors had had a pair of 12-foot tall skeletons in front of their house since mid-September; within a week of Halloween, the skeletons had been replaced by a giant inflatable snowman and a Santa statue. (The snowman deflates approximately every other day, but they’re vigilant about reinflating it.) It’s as though people decided that they want more time to get ready for the holidays so they don’t have to fret about delayed packages and sandwiching holiday obligations between regular ones.

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The Second Book

Coming on November 15, 2023: my second novel

As of this writing, I’ve read Amy Tan’s essay, “Angst and the Second Book,” at least twenty times. I’ve referred people to it. I’ve quoted it. I’ve underscored passages (and I’m not casual when it comes to writing in books).

Right now, this essay resonates in my soul.

Because on November 15, 2023–less than two months from today–I shall release my Second Book.

Technically, it’s my third book. My second book was a novella entitled, My Brother, Romeo (Tuxedo Cat Press, 2021), which was issued only as an ebook. That release was a deliberate choice. I’d published my debut novel, State v. Claus (Tuxedo Cat Press, 2020), a year earlier. I wanted to build up my backlist, and I knew the sequel to State v. Claus wouldn’t be ready for a 2021 release since, among other things, I hadn’t yet written it. So I published My Brother, Romeo to fill the gap.

My upcoming book, Becoming Mrs. Claus, is my second novel. Like State v. Claus, it will be published in paperback as well as ebook. In my heart, it’s my Second Book.

And even though my marvelous beta readers and my amazing editor have been enormously encouraging, and although some lovely authors have already said wonderful things about Becoming Mrs. Claus, the fact that it’s my Second Book terrifies me.

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Herding Cats

Relaxing on the hotel’s king-sized bed. October, 2017

As one who has lived with cats for nearly thirty years, I know all too well what it means to say that something is “like herding cats.” (For those unfamiliar with the expression, it means that you’re trying to gather and organize disparate items/events/personalities and it seems that each has a mind of its own and wishes to go off in a different direction.) Even when you love the cats dearly, as I do, herding them can sometimes drive you a little bit nuts.

An apt corollary would be “like indie publishing.”

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