There was a very real, concrete, hold-in-your-hand book.
It is a very strange feeling holding your first book for the very first time. I felt the adrenaline surge through my body as Amy and I rode the elevator up to Dundurn's office last Thursday morning to pick up my first copy. My head buzzed as I took it from the publicist's hand. She said something pleasant, I remember not what, and then Amy and I went outside, where she snapped this picture. There had not even been time for coffee.
In the days since, I have been behaving much like I believe a new parent would, both beaming with pride and nervously examining my new bundle of joy for any major defect -- what a friend calls the "career-ending moment."
But I have found nothing of any note so far. The folks at Dundurn did a top-notch editorial and production job on Lake Erie Stories, and whatever her life has in store for her, I can rest assured that she sure looks good. She's now sitting on my bookshelf at home, wedged between the Bruce Trail guidebook and a mapbook of Lake Ontario's Waterfront recreation trail. Yep, just another book to add to the library. Nothing to see here.
And as I write this, Dundurn's distributor is busy packing Lake Erie Stories into boxes and sending her out into the world. If you ordered online, you should see yours very soon, I would think, and it should be out in Canadian bookstores by about three to four weeks from now.
Meantime, I nervously await my first review.
What a ride.