My twenty-sixth book comes out this Tuesday, July 21. Even typing that sentence feels surreal because there was once a time when I couldn’t imagine having one published book, let alone enough of them to fill an entire bookcase. You might think I’m counting down the hours until release day with butterflies in my stomach, constantly refreshing my sales dashboard and planning an elaborate celebration. Truthfully, those butterflies flew off ages ago. While Get a Candle on Crime prepares to make its official debut, I’m already focused on my next project and feeling stressed because I’m behind on my word count.
These days, release week looks surprisingly similar to any
other workweek. I have another mystery underway, a daily writing goal looming
over me, and all those empty pages waiting to be filled. My newest book is
about to enter the world, yet most of my attention is fixed on the story that
comes after it. I’ll spend release day answering emails, sharing
promotional posts, updating links, and attempting to meet my word count. Such
is the occasionally strange and highly mechanical nature of being a writer by
trade.
I remember the giddy anticipation surrounding my earliest
book releases. Books one, two, and three felt like enormous events because I
had spent years dreaming of becoming a published author, and suddenly, I could
hold the proof of that achievement in my hands. Each release carried the weight
of a major milestone, and I could hardly believe a story that had once existed
only in my imagination was available for someone else to read. There were
nerves, too, because I had no idea whether anyone would buy the book, enjoy it,
or discover a typo on page three and immediately alert the authorities. Every
click, comment, review, and sale felt momentous.
I’m not sure exactly when that feeling began to change.
Maybe it happened around book sixteen, when I realized I had developed a
reliable publishing routine and knew what needed to happen at every stage.
Somewhere along the way, publishing became less mysterious and more procedural.
Finish the manuscript, revise it, send it to editors, review the edits, format
the files, upload them, order proof copies, schedule promotional posts, send
newsletters, and update the website. Then, almost before the current book has
had a chance to stretch its legs, begin writing the next one.
A book release used to feel like the grand finale, but now
it often feels like one more deadline on a calendar crowded with deadlines. The
publishing machine keeps moving, and writers must keep moving with it. There’s
always another manuscript to write, another promotion to plan, another email to
answer, and another empty document blinking impatiently from the computer
screen. For a while, I worried that this shift meant I had lost something
important. Was I no longer excited about my own books, or had I begun taking an
extraordinary accomplishment for granted simply because I had been fortunate
enough to experience it so many times?
I don’t think that’s what happened. I think the magic moved.
The moment a retailer changes a book’s status from “preorder” to “available” no
longer makes my heart race, but hearing from a reader who stayed up too late
because they needed to know what happened next certainly does. The magic is in
receiving a message from someone who connected with a character or seeing a
photo of my book beside a reader’s favorite mug or beloved pet. It’s learning
that one of my jokes made someone laugh during a difficult week or that one of
my fictional friendships reminded them of someone they love.
A book becoming available for purchase is ultimately a
technical event, but a book being read is a human one. Perhaps that’s why
release day feels different after twenty-six books. At the beginning of my
career, publication itself was the dream, and seeing my book listed for sale
was the culmination of years of hope and work. Now, publication is the
mechanism that allows the real dream to happen. It creates the opportunity to
connect with readers through stories and to discover what those stories become
once they no longer belong only to me.
I’m still learning how to make peace with the more mechanical parts of this profession. I’m trying to pause long enough to recognize what each release represents, even while another word count waits impatiently in the wings. So, on Tuesday, I’ll raise a glass to Get a Candle on Crime, but I’ll probably also write, check emails, update a few links, and worry about whether I’m making enough progress on my next mystery. Release day may not feel the way those first few releases did, and there may be fewer butterflies and more boxes to check. But somewhere, a reader will open the book for the first time, and that’s when the magic begins.
Authors, has the experience of release day changed over the
course of your career? Readers, what makes a new book release feel special to
you?
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