As a single girl who is (thankfully) baby-less, I’ve never had to worry about pre-wedding panic or I’m-about-to-heave-a-living-being-out-my-vajajay cold feet but what I do suffer from is pre-pub jitters.
You’d think, given that I’m publishing my fourth book (and first digital download shirt story) this summer, I’d be over the whole worry thing. I mean, I’ve done this three times before, right? I know the drill. Some people will like it, some people won’t like it, a few people will hate it and a hopefully a few people will love it. And while I know that’s a fact, I’m staring down the barrel at two straight months of shitting myself.
Now, I happen to LOVE The Single Girl’s To-Do List and I’m not just saying that because I wrote it. Honest. I identify a lot with the characters, the story really helped me deal with a lot of stuff I was going through while I was working on it and I think/hope it’s funny. It might not be, I was quite ill with the flu while I was writing a lot of it. There was quite a lot of Sudafed. And we all know that’s over the counter meth. Should be interesting anyway.
But even though I’m super excited for it to be out there in its beautiful shiny covered glory, it’s also terrifying. And it gets more and more terrifying every time. With I Heart New York it was obvious. What if no one reads it? And with Hollywood, it was even more obvious – the difficult second album – and then with Paris, I was terrified Angela and Alex had out stayed their welcome. Now, with The Single Girl’s To-Do List, it’s the opposite. What if people don’t love Rachel and Emelie and Matthew? What if you all hate Ethan and Dan and Simon and Ana? (ooh, character names!) I mean, I already asked you to fall in love with Alex, to sympathise with Angela and laugh at Jenny and now I’m expecting you to find room for a bunch of other new people? Honestly, it’s terrifying.
Sometimes I think writing is one of the only jobs where the longer you do it, the less confident about it you are. Or maybe everyone else is and it’s just me that’s a mental. That’s quite possible. After all, it is 10.37 on Easter Monday and I’m sat writing this and watching WWE. We’re between friends, we can talk freely, I’m not entirely right up there, am I?
Anyway, I guess what I’m getting at is now that we’re approaching pub date o’clock on Single Girl and Jenny Lopez Has Had a Bad Week, I really, really hope that you have as much fun reading about these new characters as I had writing them. Which a) is a huge cliché but true and b) the foreword Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen added to the book, Mary-Kate and Ashley’s Style Secrets. Which I wrote. So in that case, it wasn’t true. Because they didn’t write it.