It’s Fourth of July weekend. A time to celebrate our freedoms.
Speaking of which, when you finish a book, do you celebrate? How?
8 thoughts on “Reader Friday: Celebrate!”
With a quick happy dance around the living room before the evitable panic sets in…will anyone like it?
R.E.L.I.E.F. lol And it’s not spelled Rolaids. They can go back in the cabinet now. Actually I’ll be doing my HaPpY DaNcE in about two hours. 🙂
Happy 4th of July everyone!
I’ve never dared celebrate anything until I see a check or contract, actually. Once, in a burst of heady self-indulgence, I bought myself a long-coveted gold watch when a screenplay I wrote got optioned. After that, I scaled WAY down, and began celebrating ANYthing with a nice, long nap. (Books never supported my watch-level style of self-celebration, alas, and Hollywood ultimately turned out to be a fickle friend). The signs of other people’s past celebrations can be seen all over my town of LA: like eight-year old Porsches being driven by guys who are struggling to pay the rent.
We go out for Mexican food. Nothing says celebration like tacos y burritos y frijoles, y roz, y tostadas, y quesadillas, and a big glass of Pepsi.
¡Arriba!
Up to now I’ve just done a happy dance when I finish a book, but with this next one, if I ever get the thing finished, I’m going to bust out of this house and go to a real movie in a movie theater and eat movie popcorn!!! For me, that’s a walk on the wild side…
Bottle of bubbly. Which can be repeated at all the “finished a book” stages — first draft, hearing from beta readers, getting edits, turning in edits, getting final edits, formatting, getting it published at each of the distribution channels.
How prescient! Just finished one today. I’m torn between a quiet drunk and the urge to strut around with my chest out. But these days it runs more to a quiet satisfaction, and thoughts already turning to the next one.
With a quick happy dance around the living room before the evitable panic sets in…will anyone like it?
R.E.L.I.E.F. lol And it’s not spelled Rolaids. They can go back in the cabinet now. Actually I’ll be doing my HaPpY DaNcE in about two hours. 🙂
Happy 4th of July everyone!
I’ve never dared celebrate anything until I see a check or contract, actually. Once, in a burst of heady self-indulgence, I bought myself a long-coveted gold watch when a screenplay I wrote got optioned. After that, I scaled WAY down, and began celebrating ANYthing with a nice, long nap. (Books never supported my watch-level style of self-celebration, alas, and Hollywood ultimately turned out to be a fickle friend). The signs of other people’s past celebrations can be seen all over my town of LA: like eight-year old Porsches being driven by guys who are struggling to pay the rent.
We go out for Mexican food. Nothing says celebration like tacos y burritos y frijoles, y roz, y tostadas, y quesadillas, and a big glass of Pepsi.
¡Arriba!
Up to now I’ve just done a happy dance when I finish a book, but with this next one, if I ever get the thing finished, I’m going to bust out of this house and go to a real movie in a movie theater and eat movie popcorn!!! For me, that’s a walk on the wild side…
Bottle of bubbly. Which can be repeated at all the “finished a book” stages — first draft, hearing from beta readers, getting edits, turning in edits, getting final edits, formatting, getting it published at each of the distribution channels.
How prescient! Just finished one today. I’m torn between a quiet drunk and the urge to strut around with my chest out. But these days it runs more to a quiet satisfaction, and thoughts already turning to the next one.