I have a small life. I was thinking about this today.
I have 2 pairs of pants that I like. 2 shirts. 2 sweaters. 1 pair of boots. Those are the clothes I wear. I have 3 pairs of reading glasses, only 2 that are the right strength. 1 laptop. 1 iphone. 1 set of earphones. That's what I need to write. I have 3 daughters. 2 parents, 1 husband. That's my family. Those are my numbers.
On the other hand, there is a sudden exponential, numerical vastness accompanying the book release that I just can't seem to wrap my head around. By the time you start to think about postcards and events and flights and tours and arcs and publishers and countries and interviews and reviews and blog hits and magazines and twitter and goodreads and facebook and BC's facebook page, it adds up to a whole lot of wonderful, terrifying, exciting, intimidating, awesome, did I mention terrifying, numbers.
Even the 576 pages of BC itself seems like a big scary number, now that we've hit 30 days and counting.
Authors warn you about what a book release is like, but before it happens to you it just goes in one ear and out the other. Not now. Kami and I saw Scott Westerfeld at an event recently and I swear to you I'm not sure he even knew what town he was in, so whirlwind was the tour, so big the numbers! (And it was L.A., Scott. You were in L.A…)
Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all of it, down to the last digit. It's just not the same size as the rest of my life. Because, like I said, my life happens to be small.
So I'm not and never have been very good with math facts, but I'm going to try. And in honor of embracing the awesomeness of numbers, in 5 minutes I'm going out to Vons to buy 200 pieces of candy + watch at least 47 minutes of Ghost Whisperer's Sleepy Hollow episode + trick or treat for at least 120 minutes. With 1 3rd grader dressed as a cardboard box. From whom I will steal, hopefully, at least 5 mini Kit Kat bars.
(She will definitely try to stop me by saying the words "mom don't" at least 70,000,000,000+ times. Unless she remembers she's not too fond of mini Kit Kat bars. Which, last time I checked, she isn't. Still, it's the principle of the thing…)
By the way? Next week's goal: 1 new pair of pants.