For five months I have been trying to work up the courage to put a copy of Special Delivery in my hand, walk down the street to the local co-op, and hand the produce manager a book. Today I finally managed it.
If you are the sort who reads the dedications and acknowledgment sections of novels, you may have noticed in the front of Special Delivery that I thank the produce manager at our local co-op for his casual comment about a delivery man. I almost put his name in there, but Dan pointed out that I hadn’t asked for permission for that, and so at the complete last minute I had Dreamspinner pull the name and was more vague. But I did thank him, because if he hadn’t said, "That delivery guy was hot," there would be no Sam or Mitch. It has been bothering, me, though, that I never told him in person. Several times I tried to cowboy up, but I always got nervous and backed out. Then for a long while I was perpetually out of copies of SD, so I let it slide.
Today for whatever reason as I headed out the door to run errands, I picked up a copy and took it with me. I decided that I would take it in to Wheatsfield with me, and if I saw him I would say something, and if I didn’t see him, I wouldn’t. Well, I saw him. Right off. So I had Anna pick out some apples, and I went over and did it.
I’m amazed he could understand me, I talked so fast. I have never, ever been so nervous about anything. I think I would have had an easier time undressing on Main Street. I’m not exactly sure what I was afraid of, but oh my god, I was terrified. My hands shook for a full half hour after I handed the book over. Which I should say he accepted with aplomb and grace, and was very happy and nice and had me sign it. He said he was going to go home and read it. I warned him it was steamy, and he said, "Good," so we’re probably on good footing there.
Anyway. Jesus, I’m glad that’s over. I’m glad I did it, because it felt like something I had to do. Karma loop closed.
On to the next.