A Message From My Daughter
February 25, 2014 49 Comments
I’d be crying right now just to see how long I can keep him awake, but my throat’s a bit sore, so I decided to hack into his blog and write a secret post without him knowing.
(By the way, I feel like I should be named James… I’ll see if I can get him to explain that some time.)
Here’s the thing. My daddy’s too proud to admit it, but he’s a little stressed right now.
You see, he’s got over 10,000 people following his blog, but only 333 people have liked his book’s Facebook page.
And that makes him sad.
His book’s been published by a local publisher, which is good. But bigger publishers, like Random House or Harper Collins won’t buy it if there’s not enough generated interest in it.
And 333 likes on Facebook is hardly enough interest to get them to publish his book.
He just turned in the final revisions for the second edition yesterday (he said he had made the classic first-time-author mistake of rushing it through the press too quickly). But he’s spent the last five months fixing it up and making it 100% better, and bestseller-worthy.
I guess my dad’s a sort of perfectionist. I wonder if I’ll get that from him.
My mom is too, so I probably will.
Anyway. My daddy really believes with all his heart that his book can be a major bestseller.
(“I know all writers say that,” he insists as he paces around the house. “But this is seriously one of the best fictional books since… I don’t know… Jurassic Park!”)
And if it becomes a bestseller, then that’s good news for me, because then I can brag to all my friends in the church nursery that my daddy’s a bestselling author.
Then they’ll say, “Well I’m too young to read his book. It’s too suspenseful and action-packed for someone my age.”
Then I’ll say, “Don’t worry. He’s working on a young reader’s novel that you’ll get to read in a few years.”
Plus, I hear there’ll be a drawing for 10 people to win a free autographed copy, so what do you have to lose?
He wrote up a book trailer a couple of days ago, so go check it out to see what it’s about. It looks too intense for me, but I’m sure you’ll like it.
Love, Baby A.