Gone Begging

It’s that time again. Yep, the asking (begging) of fellow authors to read Unbeweavable and give it a blurb. This is a busy time of year for a lot of people, and the fact that people have taken the time out of their busy schedules to read my novel sends me to the moon.

It’s hard to approach virtual strangers and ask them to say something nice about my book. I don’t have a lot of contacts in the writing world, so e-mailing someone and asking them for a favor sort of feels like asking a guy out on a date. A guy that you’ve had a huge crush on for years. A guy that you know most certainly will say no.

But surprisingly, my fellow writers have not let me down. And now I feel like a child peeking into the oven door waiting to get some kind of delicious treat that Mama made.

“Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet?” I want to ask. The time flies by and I know I’ll have to wait another day, until I know what they think.

Until then, I’ll just wait.

And wait.

And wait some more.

“Now, is it ready?”