We’re at the stage now where my book is being sent out to other authors for blurbs – those wonderful quotes you see on the back of dust covers. My editor and I sat down and made a list of all the authors that I liked working in my genre, and then she crafted a great letter introducing me and my book and kindly asking for their help.
Now, we sit back and wait.
Other writers know how hard it all really is…how it doesn’t seem absolutely crazy to spend two hours working on one sentence, or to get up in the middle of the night just to scribble down an idea (as I did at 3:00 AM the other night). Their approval feels earned, because they know the price we’ve already paid in long, lonely hours.
Before I started writing again I didn't know any other writers, now each day it seems, I get the opportunity to meet or interact with another. Many of them have been nice enough to answer my silly questions, point me in the right direction, or offer a bit of great advice. I look forward to returning the favor in the future.
And maybe, just maybe, I'll even get a chance to pen a blurb for someone else...