When you’re a normal person, one of the first questions your friends who haven’t seen you in a while ask is, “How are your kids?”
When you’re an author, the first question your friends who haven’t seen you in a while ask is, “How’s your book?”
The question always throws me off a little bit. My first reaction is always, “Which book?” I can assume they mean the one I just sold, the one I’m working on now, or some other mysterious “book.” This confusion would never happen with a question like, “How are your kids?” Well, maybe if I had kids it would… “Kids? What kids? Oh, those small people who hang around and ask for food all the time? I dunno, they seem uninjured.” Mother of the year, me.
When I’ve hammered out the initial confusion, I’m still not sure how to respond. The current answer to that question is: “Uh… Fine. It’s just sitting there. I should maybe hear something from my publisher this month. You know, about edits. And cover art. Maybe. If they get to it.” But it seems like the appropriate answer should be along the lines of, “It’s great! I’m so pleased at all it has accomplished. Why, just last week it won a Major Award. To think that the fruit of my labors has done so well– makes me proud.” I would then wipe a humble tear from my cheek and press a hand to my heart.
Still, just the fact that people remember that I am an author and that I have a book makes me want to do a little happy dance. So keep on asking, “How’s your book?” and I’ll keep on giving you boring, unsatisfactory answers, and maybe someday I can tell you that, indeed, my book has won a Major Award and I am so proud.