Oh, look! It's my book cover!
I'm so nervous right now I can hardly type. But yes, it's true — all this time, for more than a year, I really have been making a book. When the publisher sends you your cover, you go, "Oh, so that's what I was doing!"
Because after months and months of work, after countless stitches, a hundred conversations, thousands of words, dozens of people (and pets), so many photos, joyful days and tearful ones, you kind of lose track of what you were doing. You kind of forget what it's all for.
But then they send you the cover, and you say [quite shakily — okay, maybe you sob, but you're kind of a blubberer like that], "Oh! Now I see!"
Because it's true: There really is a book within it all. One hundred and sixty pages. Thirty projects. Thirty-thousand words. So many pictures I lost count. Two ISBN numbers. These wonderful covers. And although the book won't be released until November, Stitched in Time: Memory-Keeping Projects to Sew and Share from the Creator of Posie Gets Cozy is available for pre-order. It really is.
As an author, the covers and titles really are pretty much out of your hands; you just kind of hold your breath and cross your fingers. I saw the front cover a couple of months ago and was thrilled — Arden with her doll was always the image I wanted for it, though I didn't know what the publisher thought would be best.
But I didn't see the back or the flaps until a couple of weeks ago, and I think they have done such a great job, not only with the gorgeous, just-right design but with the copy they wrote (if you click on the images you can probably read the text). It all really captures the spirit of the book so perfectly. Whenever someone asks me what my book is about I start bumbling through my explanation — "Um, personal things, sewing, like, a recipe-card apron . . . and stuff . . . you know?" — never have I felt so inarticulate. But now that I have this, I believe I will just commit the front flap and the back cover copy to memory, and start reciting it the next time I must answer, because . . . Potter Craft, you got it.
Well, I'm going to stop talking and go away now. I'm still feeling very nervous. Everyone said this would happen. They didn't say I would want to run straight out the front door and right down the block, but they pretty much warned that this tossing-Cheerios feeling would happen. The truth is, there's so much of me in this book — more than I ever hoped or even deserved to share. So, even though I can't help being nervous, and even though I've just spent three entire hours writing this post and I still feel as if, were I to express my feelings in sound, a high-pitched dolphin noise might come out and scare Clover right out of her dog bed, mostly and deep-down I am just shaky with gratitude. I'm so grateful to everyone in real life who helped me do this, but especially to all of you here on the blog who have, every single solitary day, made me feel so very welcome to try. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for that. You really can't imagine what it means.