World, meet Virtuosity! Virtuosity, meet world!
This is my advanced reader copy (ARC), and my new favorite child. (Note to my biological children: maybe if you bickered less and remembered to say please you would still be in the running for that title.) It’ll be a little different in October when it’s in stores: hardcover, typo-free, bio/acknowledgments/dedication updated, but otherwise the same.
It got here on Thursday. My husband was out of town and my five-year-old was at school, so just the three-year-old and I were around to document Virtuosity’s first few hours at Casa Martinez. We spent the morning running around, giggling, taking pictures, and now I will subject you all to a ridiculous number of photos of our shenanigans.
The camera still functions, but it may smell like peanut butter.
First of all, this is my lovely, faceless assistant.
The music stand seemed like an appropriate place to start.
On top of my husband’s guitar case. He believes in that sticker, by the way.
Hanging out with the my violin and my assistant’s violin.
On the top bunk and preparing to do battle with C3P0, a battle droid, and anyone else who gets in the way.
Because I just wanted to see what it would look like on my kitchen floor. As you can see, we opted not to clean first. We were way too giddy for that lameness.
Hiding in my bookcase. That’s my “Hmmm, what should I read?” face. Virtuosity is in between My Antonia and Watership Down. Of course.
I should feel more embarrassed about posting such dorkiness (that last picture especially) but I don’t. As anyone who has read more than a few posts on this blog knows, I have no shame.
On a slightly more serious note, people keep asking me how it feels to hold my book. Ahhh, the rainbow of emotions. Where do I begin? Honestly, at first I just felt…
That’s probably not normal, but I’m used to my emotions being a little off. (This is unrelated, but when something really sad happens I know it’ll be about 24 hours before I have a good cry about it. More than once I’ve considered poking myself in the eye with a stick so I can tear up with everyone else and not look like a heartless android.)
Don’t worry, the giddiness came later, but the THANK GOODNESS was definitely first. The book is beautiful and I love it, and I didn’t realize until I was actually holding it how worried I was that I wouldn’t love it. Weird? Maybe.
I think it’s about control. I had complete control over what I put inside the book, but zero, or very little, over the outside. And this is my baby! The good news is I couldn’t be more thrilled with the finished product, so fyewf. That’s my own spelling, by the way. Feel free to use it like it’s a real word.