Guys, this is the day I’ve been waiting for my whole life. Today my writerly dreams come true. I can hardly believe it. I Still Just Want to Pee Alone is hitting bookshelves right now, as you read, and with that I’ve finally become a published author.
Ever since becoming a mother 14 years ago, I wondered what I was. I was no longer working for pay, and it was hard for me to define myself. I had never been something other than me before. It seemed like one day I’d been one person, the one I’d always been, and the next I was someone else. Or at least that’s how I was viewed. My whole personness suddenly seemed to be communicated in one word, “mom,” as if that summed up everything I was. Of course, I knew this job was an important one, the most important, but it didn’t feel that way, and I also struggled with being everything to everybody except myself.
When I started writing again, though I’d always been in the field, when I started on my own, writing for a local community blog, I didn’t know if it counted. I didn’t know if I could quite call myself a writer. I mean I could, but what did it mean? I always felt like an imposter. I still feel like one. Maybe I’ll always feel like that. Because who can’t say they’re a writer? Do you write a note or a shopping lists? Well, then you’re a writer. It’s such an easy claim to make. When is it real?
I think I got my answer today. Today it feels pretty real. I just may be semi-legitamate. And I cannot tell you how happy and grateful I am for your support on this here little corner of the web. But I don’t want to get too sappy. This is suppose to be a Par-tay. And it truly is a celebration because I just got word that the first book in the series, I Just Want to Pee Alone, hit The New York Times best-sellers list. New York Times. Those people are legit. And some of those best-selling authors like Jen Mann of People I Want to Punch in the Throat, Bethany Kriger Thies of Bad Parenting Moments, Kim Bongiorno of Let Me Start by Saying, Honest Mom and Nicole Leigh Shaw of Nicole Leigh Shaw Tyop Aretist are in this one as well. You’ll also be introduced to some other funny peeps you may not be familiar with yet like Meredith Bland of Pile of Babies, Tracy DeBlois of Orange & Silver and Kris Amels of Why, Mommy? Forty of the funniest writers on the internet have contributed to this collection of hilarious and heart-warming essays. Read original stories like “Let’s Piss Off the Babies” (because haven’t they pissed us off enough?) and “I Just Want to go to the Gynecologist Alone.” I’m proud to say that one’s mine. Get the book and learn all about why you should never to take a 3-year-old to an internal exam. What I’m trying to say is the book’s a good time.
Now let’s get down to business. You can order your copy on Amazon through the Amazon link over on the upper right corner of my blog or click here, and I can make an extra 2 cents through their affiliate program. You can also get the book on Kindle, iTunes and Barnes and Noble. If you want a signed copy from me, because, hey, you never know if I might wind up on The New York Times best-sellers list someday, email me at email@example.com, and we’ll do this thing.
Remember Mother’s Day is coming up (be prepared this time). Also Easter. I just found out Easter’s next weekend. My son thought the book was hilarious although I can’t in good conscience recommend this book for children. My husband also said he plans to read it. That, my friends, is a glowing endorsement. So get your copy now.
That’s about it folks, but before I go let me leave you with this:
This is my new baby, and it’s the best baby because it doesn’t give me any lip.