You can’t read 5 tweets or 5 Facebook updates without someone touting their new book cover. It doesn’t matter that the book doesn’t come out for several months. The cover is posted to much oohing and ahhing from friends, family and fans (me included). It really doesn’t matter what the cover actually looks like. It’s more the fact that the cover represents a reality. The book will finally be published for people to read. The cover unveiling kind of makes it official.
While I always thought it was fun and exciting for the author, I obviously could never really know the feeling of having something that was mine be in print for so many to read. Well, that all changed yesterday when I saw the cover of the Chicken Soup for Soul: Family Caregivers. Yes, I finally broke down and submitted a story to be published in a book.
I probably wouldn’t have done it, but the story is about the time I spent with my mom during her last 6 months while giving her home hospice care. Not to worry, the story isn’t sad or depressing (I can’t read those myself). It’s acceptance and love and understanding. I know she would have been proud of me.
So here is my unveiling of my book cover (no matter that my name isn’t on the cover or that there are 100 other authors involved). No, the point is that it’s still MY cover. My story is in there (somewhere).
Bottom Line: Maybe the next cover will have my name on it.