In less than one month my debut novel, Street Preacher, will be released. There is much to do. I anxiously await final proofs of the manuscript and cover art. Meanwhile, I am planning for a release party in October where I hope to distribute my book in person. All of this is very exciting, and I am hopeful that the book is well received and will pave the way for my second novel (which is in the beginning stages).
However, in quiet times I am haunted by this thought, "people are going to read it." That is a scary thought. Up until now, only a few have read it. My wife read it and she loved it. Of course, she is the most supportive person I have in my life. She would not tell me if it were awful. A couple of friends read it and offered some criticism. They were tough on me, but I think it improved the book. So what am I worried about? A fellow author read it and also enjoyed it. Was he just being nice?
I suppose I am most anxious about finding out if the ideas in my head really made it onto the paper. I began Street Preacher with a rather unusual character and then undertook the huge challenge of seeing him interact with the world around him in a transformative way. I poke some fun at some church pet peeves of mine and I challenged some common ideas of the Christian faith all while trying to get to the core of something. I tried to dig down to the very core of what it means to trust Jesus.
Somewhere in there, I began to realize that although I am nothing at all like my main character, I would find myself at that same core. So now, as I am a bit nervous about reviews and reception and sales, I am probably most anxious about the fact that I've exposed something. I've uncovered a bit of my self and tried to pick and dig until some truth came out. With publication, I do that with an audience.
No turning back now...
Author, Parent, Husband, Christ-follower