The weeks leading up to the release of one’s first book, I’m finding, is very much like the time leading up to one’s wedding — it’s pretty much the only thing on my plate, crowding out most everything else. In addition to all the worrying — and, me being me, there’s a lot — I’m also planning a great big launch party.

I’m doing this because, as I’ve said before, I was told again and again by writer friends that for the Big Day, which for me feels pretty much on par with other big days in my life, like the day I married my husband and the day my only son was born, a person really should make her own celebration.

My husband and I aren’t the type to do things quietly — so this party is shaping up to be significantly larger than only other really big party we’ve thrown together. Except this one is at our house. Which is not anywhere near as large as the grounds of the historic site where we were betrothed.

There are other similarities: I’m not sleeping well (evidenced by the bleary 4:30am blog post), I’m disproportionately concerned about what I plan to wear, and I’ve become an insufferable bore who can only think and talk about one thing. I am working through a to-do list like my life depends on it; today I toted my toddler on a total of eight errands. (He was a trooper, despite that fact that his mother was, and continues to be, a bit of a madwoman.)

In the flurry of something like a wedding or a book launch, it’s likely — especially for scatter-brained me — that I will forget to acknowledge publicly some of the people who were instrumental in making the day happen.

Like all my in-laws, who are experts in logistics and planning and execution — not to mention terrifically supportive — and without whom neither the book nor the party could happen. And especially my sister-in-law who is handling part of the food, who is infinitely more capable of doing so than I, and my mother-in-law, who has taken on the act of worrying about logistics right along with me.

And my husband, who when I said, tentatively, “Maybe we should have a little party,” replied with enthusiasm, “We should have a BIG party!”  And who matches every minor detail I relate during this phase of Bridezilla-like one-track-mindedness with seemingly bottomless interest and camaraderie. (Sometimes I think that’s a big chunk of what makes a marriage — can your partner match your obsession over minutiae? If so, then put a ring on it!)

And my friends, close and semi-close and even could-be-close-if-only-we-saw-each-other-more, who have been so unbelievably supportive that I want to give each of them a hand-made gift and make them a three-course-meal.

Special note here for my friends Jen and Ashley, who sent me the sweetest package this morning, ahead of my party — which they can’t attend because we all live ridiculously far away from each other — and who have been the bridesmaids to my bridezilla, responding to every little book-related communication with unflagging glee or consternation. Another note for Heather, who is pregnant with her second and is flying in from Canada (with only an hour to pack after getting home from a different trip) for one night, to help with the party. I know that I’m not nearly as generous, committed, or energetic — but you inspire me to try to be!

As excited as I am for the party and the launch in general, I’m also looking ahead, to that quieter time afterward, when the party is over and the book is out there and my long marriage to it — and I hope it’s long! — is underway. And I’m looking ahead to a time when I can really shift my focus to Number 2, which right now is being sorely neglected, like a well-liked acquaintance who didn’t make the cut when the guest list was settled.

For now, I hope I can remember — and I’m not sure I completely succeeded in this at that other big celebration, my wedding — to really enjoy it while it’s happening.

–Sd

I don’t know if I’ve ever answered the question “How long did it take you to write your novel?” the same way twice. I don’t mean to lie — it’s just that it’s a loaded question, to say the least.

This week, I answered the question at length for Slate. Please check it out.

I’m getting the feeling, already, that I’m not alone. What a wonderful thing to know.

–Sd

So here’s my experience of receiving one hardcover copy of STILTSVILLE (and only the one I’ve received so far — my editor sent it out hot off the presses, and my contract copies will follow at a later date):

The package arrived. I opened it. Then I put the book high up on a shelf, and ignored it for twenty-four hours.

The toddler agrees with Booklist that Mama's book is "written with great delicacy and discretion"!

I can’t say why, exactly. After twenty-four hours, I started circling it like a buzzard, stealing sideways glances. Finally, I picked it up. I looked again at my weird author photo. I read the acknowledgments, tentatively.

On my next circle around, I picked it up again and read one paragraph from the middle of the book. OK, that wasn’t too painful. I actually kind of enjoyed it. Maybe I’ll read another . . .

Another twenty-four hours later, I’d read roughly fifty paragraphs, all chosen at random, and all while standing next to the bookshelf, ready to drop the book back into the shelf at any moment.

But, hey, this isn’t so bad! I thought. I actually like a few of these sentences. I’m not cringing at every turn of phrase — I actually think some of this reads pretty well! Sure, I’d change this word if I had another go at it, and I’d maybe drop this sentence, and maybe add something here to clarify meaning . . . But again, I’m not having tremors or running screaming from the book.

To my surprise, I was actually kind of enjoying the experience of reading random chunks of my novel.

Twenty-four hours later, I sat down on my living room sofa, the book in hand. My toddler son was shooting hoops on the back porch, my husband was making dinner. I opened the book at the very beginning, on the dedication page.

I read the title page, the blank pages, and the first page of the first chapter. Still not so bad. I sipped from my lemonade. I relaxed.

Then, my stomach dropped. There it was. What I’d been dreading, and what I knew — though I hoped against hope — I would eventually find.

A typo. And not deep into the novel, around page 200 or so, where it might be swept up into the momentum of the narrative. No, this typo is on page 9.

Let me say that I pride myself on being a pretty clean writer. Even my first drafts are pretty clean, though not perfect, of course. I have training as an editor, and still read with that eye for mistakes. But what I didn’t realize before going through the publishing process is that most of the typos in a book — and there are always typos in a book — are not made by the author, because the author’s mistakes are fixed early on by the slew of editors, proofreaders, and copyeditors who work on the manuscript when it’s at its roughest.

That’s not to place blame elsewhere, but rather to highlight how many times a book is read — and improved — before it’s published, and how many times fixes are made. And we all know what happens when we mark up a manuscript and then input our corrections — a few new little typos are made. And then those are fixed and a [much smaller] number of even newer typos are made. And then those are corrected, and so on.

The book must be get out the door sometime, after all.

I understand how it happens, and I am certain that the people who worked on it did much, much, much more good than harm. But still, I had to put the book down. I will probably pick it up again when that feeling that makes my stomach turn and my shoulders tighten and my face flush fades a little.

And really, it’s wonderful to finally have the finished product, even if it’s just going to sit on a shelf. It’s wonderful to put it in my toddler son’s lap and watch him point to the jacket photo and say, “Mama!”

“That’s right,” I tell him. “Mama’s book.”  Mama’s book. My book. And, truly, I couldn’t be more thrilled.

–Sd

The writer Leah Stewart has just announced a contest meant specifically for book clubs. Forty-eight writers — including me — have offered 10 copies of a book, and 4 book clubs will win enough books to keep them going for a year (12 books, 10 copies each). Winners will also have the option of having the author call in when the book is discussed.

I have some personal favorite authors on this list, including Miriam Gershow (THE LOCAL NEWS), Dean Bakopoulus (MY AMERICAN UNHAPPINESS, forthcoming), Julia Glass (I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE) and Benjamin Percy.

On the list you’ll find novels, memoirs, and story collections, several of which aren’t even out yet. Among the writers are award winners, bestsellers, and Oprah, Target, and IndieNext picks. Over the next several days Leah will be featuring them individually on her Facebook page. In the meantime, please look through the list below, check out the websites, and follow us on Facebook and Twitter.

The contest closes at 5 p.m. EST on Friday, July 2. There are three ways to enter, and you can use them all, (though please don’t use #1 or #3 more than once):

1) Comment on or like Leah’s post on Facebook.

2) Tweet or retweet info on our writers and the contest (you can use the link http://bit.ly/90QmVW). So that Leah can find your entry, be sure to include the hashtag, #yearofbooks.

3) Join the book club contest’s mailing list for information on future publications and promotions here.

You do not have to be in a book club to enter, although if you win it would certainly be a good time to start one. If you are in a book club, encourage other members to enter to increase your club’s chances of winning.

The books range from literary fiction to beach reads, and everything in between:

Husband and Wife, by Leah Stewart
@leahcstewart, http://www.leahstewart.com/

The House on Fortune Street, by Margot Livesey
http://www.margotlivesey.com/

The One That I Want, by Allison Winn Scotch
@aswinn, http://www.allisonwinn.com/

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Allison-Winn-Scotch/49841196684?ref=ts

I See You Everywhere, by Julia Glass

Love in Mid Air, by Kim Wright
@kimwright, http://www.loveinmidair.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/LOVE-IN-MID-AIR-by-Kim-Wright/359234790765?ref=ts

Diamond Ruby, by Joseph Wallace
@joe_wallace, http://www.josephwallace.com/

Belong to Me, by Marisa de los Santos
http://www.marisadelossantos.com/
http://www.facebook.com/marisa.delossantos?ref=ts

Pictures of You, by Caroline Leavitt
@leavittnovelist, http://www.carolineleavitt.com/, http://carolineleavitt.blogspot.com/
http://www.facebook.com/carolineleavitt?ref=ts

Good Things I Wish You, by A. Manette Ansay
@amanetteansay, http://www.amanetteansay.com/

The Seamstress of Hollywood Boulevard, by Erin McGraw
http://www.erinmcgraw.com/

Girl Trouble, by Holly Goddard Jones
http://www.hollygoddardjones.com/, http://hollygoddardjones.blogspot.com/

Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, by Kevin Wilson
http://www.wilsonkevin.com/, http://wilsonkevin.blogspot.com/
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=4712089&ref=ts

Miles from Nowhere, by Nami Mun
http://milesfromnowherethenovel.wordpress.com/bio/

The Nobodies Album, by Carolyn Parkhurst
@CParkhurst1, http://www.carolynparkhurst.com/, http://www.octaviafrost.com/

Red Hook Road, by Ayelet Waldman
@ayeletwaldman, http://www.ayeletwaldman.com/
http://www.facebook.com/ayeletwaldman?ref=ts

Disaster Preparedness, by Heather Havrilesky
@hhavrilesky, http://www.rabbitblog.com/, http://www.salon.com/entertainment/tv/heather_havrilesky/index.html

Stiltsville, by Susanna Daniel
@susannadaniel, http://www.susannadaniel.com/

My American Unhappiness, by Dean Bakopoulos
http://www.deanbakopoulos.com/index.html
http://www.facebook.com/dean.bakopoulos?ref=ts

Sea Escape, by Lynne Griffin
@lynne_griffin, http://www.Family-Life-Stories.com/
http://www.facebook.com/LynneGriffin?ref=ts

Real Life & Liars, by Kristina Riggle
@krisriggle, http://www.kristinariggle.net/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Novels-of-Kristina-Riggle/250614105762?ref=search&sid=540474396.407354928..1

The First Husband, by Laura Dave
@lauradave, http://www.lauradave.com/

The Local News, by Miriam Gershow
@miriamgershow, http://www.miriamgershow.com/
http://artist.to/miriamgershow

Good Enough to Eat, by Stacey Ballis
http://www.thepolymathchronicles.blogspot.com/

Refresh, Refresh, by Benjamin Percy
http://www.benjaminpercy.com/

How to Sleep Alone in a King-Sized Bed, by Theo Nestor
@howtosleepalone, http://www.theopaulinenestor.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/How-to-Sleep-Alone-in-a-King-Size-Bed/226636320553?ref=ts

The Truth About Delilah Blue, by Tish Cohen
@tishcohen
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Tish-Cohen/118720878150252

A Maze of Grace, by Trish Ryan
@trishryan, http://www.trishryanonline.com/

The Love Goddess’s Cooking School, by Melissa Senate
@melissasenate, http://www.melissasenate.com/
http://www.facebook.com/MelissaSenate

The Embers, by Hyatt Bass
@hyattbass, http://www.hyattbass.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Hyatt-Bass/121019377925649?ref=ts

[TBA] by Jason Pinter
@jasonpinter, http://www.jasonpinter.com/, http://www.huffingtonpost.com/jason-pinter/

The Last Will of Moira Leahy, by Therese Walsh
@theresewalsh, http://theresewalsh.com/, http://writerunboxed.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Therese-Walsh/135862286426942

Life After Yes, by Aidan Donnelley Rowley
http://ivyleagueinsecurities.com/
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000061574617

Not Ready for Mom Jeans, by Maureen Lipinski
@maureenlipinski, http://www.maureenlipinski.com/

After You, by Julie Buxbaum
@juliebux, http://www.juliebuxbaum.com/blog/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Julie-Buxbaum/119804978055852

The Lost Girls, by Amanda Pressner, Holly Corbett, & Jennifer Baggett
@lostgirlsworld, http://www.lostgirlsworld.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Lost-Girls/155815108248?ref=ts

Exley, by Brock Clarke
http://arsonistsguide.com/author-blog

The Seven Year Switch, by Claire Cook
@ClaireCookbooks, http://www.ClaireCook.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Claire-Cook/24954647610?ref=ts

Stay, by Allie Larkin
@AlliesAnswers, http://www.AllieLarkinWrites.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Allie-Larkin-Writes/116227021725680?ref=ts

Pieces of Happily Ever After, by Irene Zutell
@irenezutell, http://www.irenezutell.com/
http://www.facebook.com/irene.zutell?ref=ts

Pug Hill, by Alison Pace
@alisonpace, http://www.alisonpace.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Alison-Pace/110942295604233?ref=mf

The Opposite of Me, Sarah Pekkanen
@sarahpekkanen, http://www.sarahpekkanen.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Sarah-Pekkanen/215202723761?ref=mf

The Transformation of Things, by Jillian Cantor
@jilliancantor, http://www.jilliancantor.com/

Out of the Shadows, by Joanne Rendell
@joannerendell, http://www.joannerendell.com/

Love Stories in This Town, by Amanda Eyre Ward
@amandaeyreward, http://www.amandaward.com/
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Amanda-Eyre-Ward/69247505328?ref=ts

Trophy, by Michael Griffith

Tethered, by Amy MacKinnon
@amymackinnon, http://www.amymackinnon.com/
http://www.facebook.com/amy.mackinnon1?ref=ts

The Language of Light, by Meg Waite Clayton
@megwaiteclayton, http://www.megwaiteclayton.com/
http://www.facebook.com/megwaiteclayton?ref=ts

Miss Me When I’m Gone, by Philip Stephens
http://www.philipstephensauthor.com/

I’ve just been forwarded an advanced copy of Booklist’s review of STILTSVILLE. It’s great! I’m so pleased. Here it is:

Frances Ellerby travels from Georgia to Miami for a wedding and meets the two people who will change her life. One is the glamorous, sexy Marse, a native of Miami, who introduces her to the two great loves of her life: her husband, Dennis, and the sun-drenched landscape of Biscayne Bay. The author’s organization of the story into seven sections, each of which recounts a seminal year in Miami history and Frances’ life, is a surprisingly successful technique for creating suspense in a book characterized by lushly descriptive and complex writing. The first-person narration provides a vivid look at the characters important to Frances as she becomes a deeply involved wife, mother, and friend. Perhaps the most important character in the story is the city of Miami, which always looms large in Frances’ consciousness until the bittersweet ending of her story—an ending that could have been melodramatic and maudlin but is written with great delicacy and discretion. This promising first novel will appeal to readers of family stories, literary fiction, and southern writing.