This post is going to have so much stuff in it. That’s because I’m terrible at blogging regularly. Sorry about that. But I should have more time for it these days! And I’ll tell you why in several paragraphs, so read on!
First of all, my books came out on December 15th! There are four Winicker Wallace chapter books, and the order is:
1.) Winicker Hates Paris
2.) Winicker and the Baby Wait
3.) Winicker and the Christmas Visit
4.) Winicker and the American Boy
It’s exciting stuff! I have books in the world!
But guys, there’s a mistake in the first book. In the first sentence of the first book, actually, and I’ve been more bummed about it than I can express. Like, regularly waking up to cry about it bummed. Like, listening to Eminem and temporarily believing that he and I have experienced the same level of disappointment in life bummed. The mistake happened honestly. Originally, Winicker was 8. After I turned in the first book, my editor asked me to make her 10 in the next three books, because that would make the books more readable by older kids. But some of the instances of Winicker being 8 were never edited in the first book. In the first sentence, for instance.
You’re going to be sweet and tell me that probably no one will notice. You doll, you. But people have noticed. My kindergartner’s school librarians, for instance.
It’s difficult to feel qualified to do speaking engagements and author events and important grown-up things even without the mistake. But with the mistake, I can’t even think about it without freaking out. I’m giving a talk at Northwest University next month on writing and publishing. I’m 100% going to feel like an actual 8 year old (not a 10 year old) in her mom’s clothing.
Let’s move on. Zach tells me it’s probably time to move on from the mistake. I’m not there yet, but maybe someday.
Social media. Social media is like a mermaid who calls to lonely sailors, and when the sailors get close enough, those mermaids crawl up the side of the boat all scary like the girl from The Grudge and then waste years of the sailors’ lives. So I’m taking a social media break to increase productivity on my middle grade novel (It’s Gonna Be Great, Maggie Chowder). And it’s been fabulous so far.
My Winicker launch party was small (because big events with big crowds are my least favorite things) and lovely. My mom was here for it, and friends and critique group members came over, and it was fun. The food was French (except for the fluffernutters) and the wine was Pacific Northwestern.