And maybe you’re thinking, “Tracy, you worked at a literary agency. You’ve negotiated a book deal before. Your editorial clients sell books. So it’s the first traditional deal for your own book. NBD, right?”
Oh-so-professional things that I did when I received the offer for my book:
First, there was an entire day of my chicken-dance-slash-running-man-happy-dance up and down the hallway with frequent chants of “I sold a booooo-ook. I sold a boooooo-ook.”
I followed that with an ever-so-charming stretch of asking my love to “Guess what?” at least once an hour, even though 100% of the time the answer was, “I sold a book!”
Once all of that was out of my system, it was time to accept the offer and negotiate the finer points of the contract. And then…
Oh-so-endearing things that I did when I received my final contract for signature:
I put on way too much make-up because it was evening and my face was not at optimal photo readiness. (Read: I looked very tired.) Then, I set up a video chat with my mom, harangued my love to set up my tiny point-and-shoot on a tripod to film the actual(!) moment(!!) and signed the contract.
Then, there were numerous pictures. Like this:
(You will forgive my terrible attempt to blur out the details on the contract. Also, it turns out that the smudge tool is harder than it looks.)
Then we discovered that the point-and-shoot didn’t work. I considered signing another copy, but figured that I would always know that wasn’t the actual signing of my first book contract. Plus, the camera operator felt bad to have missed the moment, so I figured it was time to move forward.
There was also a moment where someone asked if I had to wear plaid for the photos. Yes. Yes, I did.
And then yesterday, I got to announce the big news!
::Cue more chicken dance/running man happy dance::
And now, here we are – and I am still jubilant!
In the coming weeks/months, I’ll be sharing a bit more about Chicken. In the meantime, if you want to catch all the updates from my end, you can join The Quacktory.