Two days ago, my second psychological thriller, We Were Sisters, was published and, of course, I'm delighted. Before I was published, I had an image of what publication day would be like: lounging around in silk pjs basking in the glory or drinking champagne in a bubble bath, surrounded by flowers from my well-wishers.
But what is publication day really like?
You really want to know? Well, okay, here it is. Publication Day... the truth (beware... it's not for the faint-hearted!).
Diary of a Publication Day
5.15 a.m. Wake up. Check social media in case my social media manager, Noelle, has also woken early and decided to plaster news of my publication across the sites (even though it doesn't go 'live' until 7.15 p.m.). She hasn't.
6.15 a.m. Repeat.
6.30 a.m. Wonder why husband is still asleep. Why isn't he up making me a celebratory cup of tea?
7.10 a.m. Desperate for tea but scared to get up unless I miss something.
7.15 a.m. Check Amazon. Why does my novel still say 'pre-order'? Check phone and see that my clock is a minute fast.
7.15 a.m. (again) We Were Sisters has been published. Ta da! Yippee! Wait for the euphoria to hit. It doesn't.
7.16 a.m. My publisher puts up posts on Facebook and Twitter. Share and re-tweet.
7.17 a.m. Decide that this time round I will won't thank everyone personally for their messages of congratulations. A 'like' will suffice. It's my day, I shall relax and enjoy it.
7.18 a.m. Start to thank everyone personally for their messages of congratulations.
7.19 a.m. Repeat.
7.20 a.m. Repeat.
8.00 a.m. Check Amazon rankings. Have I hit the #1 spot yet? They haven't moved.
8.01 a.m. Rankings must be broken. Refresh page. No change.
8.05 a.m. Check my first Amazon review. It's a disappointing 3*. But, never mind another one comes in... it's also 3*.
8.10 a.m. Decide that everyone hates me and my book.
8.12 a.m. Check reviews again. This one loves it. Decide they're only being kind.
8.20 a.m. Continue to re-tweet, share and thank.
8.30 a.m. Repeat.
8.50 a.m. Repeat.
8.45 a.m. Wonder if there's another way of saying 'thank you'.
8.50 a.m. Consider putting merci beaucoup then decide it's pretentious. Anyway, I'm not French.
9.00 a.m. Get out thesaurus.
10.00 a.m. Re-tweet, share, thank.
11.00 a.m. Repeat.
11.15 a.m. Repeat.
12.00 a.m. Start to feel a bit stir crazy. The walls are closing in. Wish I had arranged to have celebratory lunch with writing buddy Tracy like last time.
12.10 a.m. Decide I could open the celebratory bottle of Prosecco my husband's bought me before remembering he hasn't.
12.15 a.m. Re-tweet, share, thank.
12.20 a.m. Repeat.
12.30 a.m. Repeat.
1.00 p.m. Feel hungry but am scared to make a sandwich in case I miss something.
1.30 p.m. Run to fridge, grab a piece of cheese and two tomatoes. Check phone to see if I've missed anything. I haven't.
1.40 p.m. Check Amazon reviews. Someone has entitled their review 'Gripping Thriller'. Decide my book is probably the best ever written.
1.45 p.m. Check again. Someone had entitled their review 'Predictable'. Decide my novel is the worst ever written and everyone hates me.
2.00 p.m. Re-tweet, share, thank.
2.10 p.m. Repeat.
2.20 p.m. Repeat.
2.30 p.m. Start to feel I've got caught up in Groundhog Day. Google it because I can't remember the lead actor's name.
2.31 p.m. Click back onto Amazon in case I've missed something. I haven't.
2.32 p.m. Start talking to myself. Wonder if I'm going mad.
2.33 p.m Message writing friend Liz. Tell her I think I'm going mad and make her go for a walk by the sea.
3.00 p.m. Walk helps. Tell Liz book is rubbish and everyone hates me.
3.10 p.m. Resist urge to check Amazon ranking.
3.20 p.m. Resist urge to check Amazon ranking.
3.30 p.m. Resist urge to check Amazon ranking.
3.40 p.m. Miss what Liz has just said to me as I'm too busy resisting the urge to check Amazon ranking.
3.50 p.m. Feel better after walk. Check Amazon ranking. It hasn't moved. Feel worse.
4.00 p.m. Come home to find huge tin of hand-baked biscuits and cupcakes from my publisher Bookouture.
4.10 p.m. Check Amazon ranking. It's moved up. Have a couple of celebratory cakes.
4.15 p.m. Check ranking. It the same. Have a couple of commiseratory cakes.
4.20 p.m. Wonder if eating four cupcakes, a chocolate chip cookie and a chocolate muffin might have have been greedy.
4.25 p.m. Feel sick.
4.30 p.m. Re-tweet, share, thank.
4.40 p.m. Repeat.
4.50: p.m. Repeat.
5.00 p.m. Repeat.
5.30 p.m. Think I might have finger strain from the re-tweets and thanks. Wonder if I should see the doctor. Decide I can't. She'd only laugh at me and, in any case, if I leave the house I might miss something.
6.00 p.m. Go to FitSteps. Resist urge to check Amazon Ranking.
6.20 p.m. Between rumba and jive check Amazon ranking.
6.21 p.m. Feel bad for checking.
6.30 p.m. Check again.
7.30 p.m. Wait for husband to come home. Wonder how big the celebratory bouquet will be.
7.45 p.m. Husband comes home. Pretend not to care that there's no bouquet.
8.00 p.m. Go for celebratory meal. Drink Prosecco. Wonder why my fingers are stiff when I pick up my glass.
9.00 p.m. Feel a sense of achievement at not having felt the urge to look at my phone.
10.00 p.m. Fall into bed. Smile because I've realised something. I've had another book published... and it's a good feeling.
If you'd like to read the novel that caused me to eat my weight in cupcakes, you can buy it from
Amazon here. And it's only 99p!
Phew. What a day. Enjoyed this. And next publication day we must do the celebratory lunch!
ReplyDeleteWe certainly must 😀
DeleteWow. You need a day to recover now! Congratulations on your second novel publication. I know (should I ever be published) I wouldn't be able to resist reading the reviews but perhaps it's better to avoid the Amazon ones!
ReplyDeleteIt’s impossible not to look!
DeleteSo honest! This made me smile... but think it safe to say feelings don't really change. Perhaps we just get better at hiding them. Or at least appearing to act as rational beings! Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteI’ll try to act as a rational human being next time 😀
DeleteWarning: do not read this post while drinking tea *wipes screen* Best laugh I've had first thing in the morning for ages. Thanks for sharing and I hope you are now able to enjoy this wonderful achievement. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Sorry 😀
DeleteIt's a jolly good job writers aren't emotional with active imaginations, or we'd get in a state about stuff.
ReplyDeleteCongratulations!
It certainly is a jolly good job 😁😁
DeleteFantastic! I had much the same kind of day on Wednesday, only no one sent me any cupcakes. Congratulations and I look forward to reading this one soon.
ReplyDeleteNo cupcakes! How mean. I hope you had a good day nonetheless x
DeleteHilarious! I'm sure every published writer can relate to that. Glad the day ended with a smile. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it... and thank you 😀
DeleteThis did make me smile, mainly because I could relate to it. I remember feeling exhausted at the end of my publication day and yet I hadn’t physically done anything. 😄 Congratulations on your second book 🎉💐🎉💐
ReplyDeleteThat’s exactly it, Elaine x
DeleteWhat a great post! Thank you so much for sharing, and, right, in the end you had another book published. That's a HUGE cause for celebration!! Way to go, Wendy.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Jim 😊
DeleteYou captured it exactly! Good luck with the rankings and I shall certainly do my little bit to improve them!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I’m delighted 😀
DeleteA great summing up of a special day, Wendy, with all the emotions it entails! Reading and enjoying it at the moment - well, not exactly this moment but at night, or earlier when I can't wait. Congratulations on your second book!
ReplyDeleteHow lovely. Thank you so much, Rosemary x
DeleteGlad you survived the day Wendy- congratulations on the second book.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Carol x
DeleteEnjoyed this. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it, Gila x
DeleteI would be the same, if it's any consolation. Great post that made me smile, Wendy. Congratulations on your second book x
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed it and thank you for your congratulations, Sheila x
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