Today, my publisher played a little trick on me.
I got one of those boxes. Even had a picture of my novel on the outside. I called my husband up from the basement to share in the joy.
And they were postcards!
Now, I’m very thankful for these postcards. They are going to help get the word out about my novel– but it’s a little like a sonogram picture– you’d rather hold the real thing.
So, I am still anxiously anticipating the arrival of my actual book.
How about you– what things on the writing/reading path do you anxiously anticipate?