It's been about six months shy of a decade since I started writing my first (unpublished, thank all the Jesuses) novel, 18 months since I signed with my wonderful humor agent Dawn Frederick, and 9 months since we inked the contract with Diversion Books.
So basically, I've been waiting a REALLY long time for this moment. The moment a book I wrote (with Mike, my brain-meld) ACTUALLY EXISTS IN THE WORLD:
This is now almost CERTAINLY not a figment of my addled mind.
So when is it going to set in?
It's so strange to want something for that long and finally see it happen--strange enough that it's hard to believe it's really, truly real.
Mike and I have been making all kinds of plans for boozy, crazy book parties, and we've ordered swag for days, and written an entire second book in the series, but it still feels intangible.
I think part of it is just the still-waiting-ness of it all--the release is 1/26/16, so no one ELSE has my book, yet.
And part of it is me--I'm congenitally programmed to fear the worst. In this case: "somehow everyone pulls the plug in the next few weeks, HAHA JILLY YOU IDIOT YOU'LL NEVER BE PUBLISHED."
Yay, deeply neurotic wiring?
In any event, I'm trying to latch onto this as a GOOD thing. And a real, immutable, physical-objects-don't-just-fake-appear-unless-you-have-REALLY-big-issues-you're-not-addressing-Jilly thing.
...I'll let you know in a few weeks whether I was dreaming.