Last night, Rich and I were on our way for a date night when we saw that two big boxes and one small one had been left outside our door. “Were you expecting something?” Rich asked.
I shrugged. “I have no idea. I guess one of us was.”
One quick glance at the packaging, and the mystery was solved. “They’re my books!” I exclaimed.
Thank God we’d been on our way out. It was about to storm, and had we been staying in the for the evening, we could have easily left those boxes of precious cargo outside. Anyway, Rich carried the two big boxes inside, and I held onto the small one, ripping it open once we were in the car.
“You should take the book into the restaurant and wave it around and yell, ‘I wrote this!'” Rich said.
I didn’t do that, but we agreed it was the perfect opportunity to take some celebratory photos.
We had dinner at the Sample Room, a hip little spot in Northeast Mpls., not far from
Rich’s photography studio.
I ordered a fancy gin drink called “The Last Word” (very appropriate for an author, yes?) and some stuffed jalapenos.
It was a great night. Any author can you tell you, there’s something very emotional about seeing the hard copy of your book for the fist time, and holding it and leafing through it. I’m excited to now get these advanced review copies out to people.
If you’re anxious to get your own copy of Favorite Daughters, it’s available for pre-order on Amazon, both in paperback and Kindle.