“So, how does it feel like to be an Author?”
I have been asked this question by various friends over the past few days. I laugh and answer that I am living the dream. It is true. This all feels like a dream, a lovely one.
The truth though is that the day of the release was manic. I was online most of the time. I was grinning from ear to ear until my cheeks hurt. I was alternating between joy and fear. My book baby was out into the world and I was scared.
After the first day, the adrenaline rush disappeared and the grunt work of tracking, reaching out to people requesting them to amplify my posts and, creating spreadsheets to keep track of things to do remained. Amid all this, I used the time I had taken off to clean the home, nap for two hours every single afternoon and, just be. I took lovely long walks with my children. I listened with my family to the Audible version of the book. I fielded questions from Laddu mostly on what my next book will be about. (Hint: She wants me to write about our family.)
Over the next few weeks, as I gear for the release of the paperback, my pace is slower, measured, and accepting of this new normal.
I am an author.
I really am.