My first review!

Finally, finally! Some good news to report!

I heard from my editor today that Kirkus has given my book (Mike Stellar: Nerves of Steel) a “very good, almost glowing” review.

!!!!!!

How thrilling is that?

The universe gets a fist bump for this one.

(though all is not forgiven, universe, so don’t get all chest puffy like a rooster. Not yet. I’ve still got my eye on you.)

ARC! ARC! ARC!

The advanced reader copies of my book are out! Some are in the mail to me right this very second. I can’t wait to see them. Can’t wait! Can’t wait!

With everything going on I almost forgot that I’m a writer. Ha.

Watch out librarians – watch out reviewers… Mike Stellar: Nerves of Steel by K.A. Holt is heading to your mailbox. Pick it up. Read it. Love it. Review it. Tie people up, make them buy it. Whatever it takes. I’m so excited!

ARC ARC ARC! I sound like a seal!

look at me

cushioned fake leather
caresses giant hiney
well, not THAT giant

I am sitting at my desk (!) going over the copyedits to my manuscript (!) that were just overnighted to me (!). I feel fancy and professional and like a real writer. Fun!

I kind of have to pretend that I understand what all of the proofreading marks mean, though. But that’s OK. It gives me that familiar poser feeling. I don’t know what I’d do without it.

You know what’s awesome? That it takes at least three people, overnight delivery, a black pen, a red pen, a green sharpie, and return delivery to determine that a doorframe has to have an indentation and not a divot, because a divot is technically a piece of turf.

There is nothing better than being a writer. And I’m not being sarcastic at all.

Four and a half years

nursing and writing
crawling, walking, and writing
now he’s writing, too

Four and half years ago I sat at my desk, the wee one on my lap, and I made it past page 33 of a story I’d started a few months earlier. I wrote and I wrote. He nursed and slept and nursed some more and I wrote. And a few months later it happened… for the first time in my life I had written an entire book – with an actual plot and a beginning middle and end.

I found an agent.

He helped me edit and rewrite and tighten. And while I was doing all of that, I surprisingly managed to publish Haiku Mama. It went through the editing process and the publicity process and the promotion process and all the while I was still working on my first book. Editing, perfecting, editing some more. The wee one had moved on from nursing and toddling to potty-training and Star Wars.

Then I was pregnant and promoting Haiku Mama, and the first book sold! The editing and rewriting began anew. The wee one became a big brother, the wee-er one joined us all and made everything crazy and wonderful.

And still: edit, edit, tighten, change.

Now here we are. The wee one is in school, writing his own fairy tales. The wee-er one is older than he was when I started writing the book in the first place. And I have just emailed the final edits to my editor at Random House.

So much has happened since those first words went on the page. So much.

Four and half years. Really, longer, if I count the original few chapters that are history now, but that introduced the main character.

The wee one was a tiny babe when this all began, and now I just finished telling his Kindergarten class about why being a writer is fun and how brainstorming means you can never be wrong.

Shoot. I need a Kleenex.