Everyone who knows me well knows that I’m not a numbers kind of girl. I suck at complicated math. I am not the friend at the restaurant you want to entrust with figuring out who-owes-how-much-plus-tip.
Today The Rock Star’s Daughter received its 2,500th rating on iTunes and I’ve got to say, even despite my basic understanding of numbers, it is mind-blowing to me that 2,500 readers out there in the world cared enough to read my book about Taylor and voice an opinion about it. I don’t own 2,500 pieces of anything! I don’t know 2,500 people!
Authors (and copywriters, which is my day job but similar enough) spend a lot of time alone pouring their hearts into their work. Most of us work in a vacuum, free from interference by outside influences, until we think we’re done. It’s a scary thing indeed to put your work out into the world and wait for a reaction.
Will people like it?
Will people even notice?
I can’t begin to express to you guys who have read the book how much your ratings, honest feedback, input, support, and reviews mean to me. Thank you so, so much for taking the extra effort after you reached the last page to share your opinion. Especially all of you cool kids on Wattpad who have been keeping me smiling these last few days with your notes and comments and your super funny Watty names (I’m talking to you, ImmaWeirdo, HoodedLittleMonster and imasuperninjamonkey)!
In other news, my chihuahua is being a complete brat about going outside now that there’s snow on the ground in Brooklyn. Does anyone have any ideas on how to get him over his childishness about getting his feet cold? He is 14 years old and cranky and won’t allow me to touch his feet to put booties on him. We go through this every year, and every winter I find myself perilously unprepared for handling this. If you see a blond girl in Park Slope standing in a brownstone doorway, begging and pleading with an over-sized beige chihuahua mix that kind of looks like a teddy bear to please, please for heaven’s sake just come outside already, you’ve found me.
Hurry up, spring!