I seriously don’t know why the lovely Kathleen puts up with me. She is so lovely and wonderful. I should probably stop bragging. One day I am going to steal her away from Zondervan and make her my special literary agent/roomate/editor/best friend person. She’ll live in my mansion. In the other wing with her family.
This whole process makes me a little crazy. I am a control freak. I am better at it, don’t get me wrong, I’ve worked hard not to be…but I get freaked out because I don’t know what’s going on at the other end and I’m trying to be lovely back to lovely Kathleen, and not call her every five minutes for an update. I manage to keep it to once a week or so.
Today we discussed the book cover. I thought it was a done deal, but it wasn’t, simply because I know nothing of the industry.
She e-mailed me the book cover and I have to say, I didn’t care for it very much. The original was brilliant but lacked something, and we discussed for a bit, what it was lacking. I have no idea how it went. I asked for visions of lime and violet, but who knows?
It also turns out that my book, which was to have a cover, and then it was going to have a few illustrations, is now going to be heavily illustrated. Which makes me feel… I don’t know. First let me say, Ariane is brilliant. I’m not giving her last name yet, so don’t bother looking up her stuff. She is great. But part of me, the vulnerable, ridiculous part of me, wonders if…people will say, ‘what a beautifully illustrated book’, as opposed to, ‘what a beautifully written story’.
I know. I’m pathetic.
So, I’m going to have pizza tonight, with fries and gravy. And maybe a diet coke. Just to be ridiculous.
And then I am going to trust God completely with the book. Again. I think I tell Him everyday I will trust Him, just so I can remember to do that myself. And I’m going to trust the lovely Kathleen, because I know, just by having a little relationship with her, that she is brilliant and it will be awesome and we will be drinking champagne in Mexico in two years.
