I got an email this morning from Amazon recommending my own book to me. It was on a list of books along with stuff by Brandon Sanderson, Joe Abercrombie, Brent Weeks, and Mark Lawrence. So... awesome. I tried to remind myself that it's not a big deal. They probably saw that I'd been checking my own page (yes, I like to check once in a while to remind myself this whole thing is real). Regardless, it was a pretty surreal moment.
I've had a few friends and family tell me they've pre-ordered the book, and the "Customers Who Viewed This Item Also Viewed" sections is now populated, so obviously *someone* has been looking at it. In addition, the number of people who have added it on Goodreads has gone from 34 to 44 since my last post. I know that's not a lot, but it's my first book, and at this point anyone who notices it at all still gets me exited.
Book 2. Hrm. The working title was THE KEZ CAMPAIGN, but as I've scrapped various starts throughout the summer, that title is looking to apply less and less. As it is, nothing catchy has come to mind, so I'm just calling it "book 2."
The other day I stumbled across my original summary of book 2. You know, the one I sent to my editor and agent. It is nothing like that now. One of the viewpoints in particular goes nowhere near the plot line I'd planned out. Oh well. I think it's much better for what I am currently doing. Trying to follow my original outline, and not admitting to myself that it just wasn't working, put me very far behind.
Speaking of which, I'll be going to my editor soon and asking for more time on book 2. No more than a month, I hope. But I can already hear the lecture Caitlin (my agent) is going to give me about falling behind. And I will totally deserve it.