I’ve dealt with failure before. Success seems to come with its own set of challenges. Not that we had a huge amount of it, but this RT drove home the point: in my head, we are still people with 5K advance and a couple of books out, but that’s no longer the case. I sat down and counted the other day: 6 Kate titles, GMM, 4 Edges, Clean Sweep, that’s twelve books. Twelve. Yet despite twelve books, I once again feel like an underdog.
Here is how the meetings went:
Ace: We are so excited. We must work extra hard. It’s a hardcover. We don’t want it to fail. Super important. We are sending you on tour so the book does well.
Avon: We are so excited. We must work extra hard. It’s the first book in a series. We don’t want it to fail. Super important. We want you to be everywhere, we printed a bazillion ARCs, and we’ll be sending you places so it doesn’t flop.
Me: O_o. I think at one point my eye started twitching from the pressure. I felt the urge to grab random strangers by their shoulders, shake them, and yell in a deranged way, “Book must not fail!!!”
I didn’t even want us to move up to hardcover. I’m trying to be cautious and cagey about MB, and it is very reassuring that most long-standing fans of the series love it, but holy crap. If one more person tells me that hardcover is very important, I might snap and run away screaming. I don’t want to go on tour. I don’t want to stress out about sales. I don’t want to do promo. I just want to sit in my house and putter away on the computer. We thought up such an awesome opening for Magic Sends Kid 1 to College. Oh and that’s another thing. Stuff that needs to be done in the next 10 days: Jim and Dali first round of edits, galleys of Burn For Me, 2 installments of Sweep in Peace… Plus need to get the subdomains on the website up, produce expense report for RT, and do the budget for the next six months.
How did this even happen?
Well, enough of my whining. I’ve got a job, I’m grateful to have it and to do what I love for a living, and if you don’t risk anything, you want get anything. Go big or go home.
On a personal front, all of our animals are overjoyed that we are home. Even the cats. Those of you who followed the blog for a while, probably remember our adopted cat Batty. Batty was taken away from her mother too early and, there is no delicate way to put this, she is socially challenged and we’re pretty sure she is inbred. She is small, very thin despite good food and vet care, and her tail is freakishly long and slightly crooked. We knew there was a problem when Batty attempted to lick and sometimes bite our faces at night.
A host of challenges followed. She couldn’t be picked up. It’s been over two years and she is still convinced we are going to murder her under the guise of filling up her water dish. Then she began to fight non-stop with other cats, attacking them relentlessly. A decision was made to adopt her out. Meanwhile, she ended up being an outside cat for everyone’s safety. It wasn’t my preference, but it was that or trying to catch her and treat her because her ears were bleeding.
Batty thrived outside, to my surprise. She doesn’t wander. She stays close to the house and seems to have calmed down somewhat, so we can pet her when we feed her. I petted her this morning. I just sat there in the driveway and she crawled in my lap. I am sure the neighbors thought I was an idiot.
I’ve been trying to rehome Batty for almost a year. She really needs a quiet household where she is the only cat. It was an epic fail, because I won’t lie to people and when they ask me if she has problems, I tell them. Nobody wants a cagey cat that acts like you are about to murder her. Everyone wants a velcro cat who is sweet and nice. I’ve come to the conclusion that Batty is our cross to bear. I think everyone has one and Batty is ours. We are not rehoming her, unless some friend of ours just falls in love with her and has to have her. She wants very little: clean water, some cat food, and once in a while a very careful pat. We can afford the cat food.
But now we have another challenge: the cats, being territorial creatures that they are, decided that she doesn’t belong inside. Getting her inside when it rains is really difficult already, but now when she is inside, they all stalk her. She reaped what she sowed there, because she attacked them all at some point or another. She is inside five minutes and the cat howling, snarling, and hissing starts. There is no way to segregate her either, because we would have to chase her for several minutes to corner her and she doesn’t trust us as is. What it comes down to is we need to make her some sort of outdoor shelter. I thought about a large pet crate, but she’s like a badger. She needs a burrow with an exit route, so she can escape certain death when we bring her a clean towel to lay on.
I’m trying to figure this out. What would be the most convenient solution for her and the least ugly solution for us, because it has to be off to the side in the front yard? She doesn’t go to the back yard because she is scared of dogs. Has anyone been in this situation before? What did you use?