A week ago, I accompanied my dad to several appointments, muting my phone to comply with the doctors’ office rules. To stay focused I left it muted all day long, so from 8:00 in the morning until 8:00 at night I was only vaguely aware of texts and notifications. I’d glance at the phone when I was able, to identify the person and level of urgency. I let calls go to voicemail and left texts unanswered. I needed to take careful notes concerning my dad’s health needs, and the day was full; everything else would have to wait.
I rolled into my driveway around 9:00 at night, greeted my family, and heated up some soup.
Then I pulled out my phone:
SURPRISE! A virtual book release party!
Our mischievous, creative, unconventional publisher T. S. Poetry Press decided to try a mischievous, creative, unconventional approach to our book launch. Instead of sending books to the authors first and building anticipation leading up to the scheduled release date of December 1st, they quietly, secretly prepped it and made it available for purchase … without saying a word to us.
Meanwhile, as Charity and I busily moved ahead with plans for a December release, T. S. Poetry Press rounded up our friends online and invited them to a secret launch page on Facebook. I think they were waiting for a few days until either Charity or I figured out the book was available. As expected, at some point on Monday Charity found a link associated with our book and clicked through to Amazon.
Her inquiry to the publisher served as the mechanism to launch the surprise party—friends across the country and a few in other countries began congratulating us and celebrating with posts and photos that showed cupcakes and balloons! All day long, they inundated our Facebook stream with joy and affection.
“…lots of people are celebrating with us!” Charity texted.
All day long, this unfolded without my knowing it!
I almost missed my own surprise party! Thankfully, Charity kept up with all the notes on Twitter and Facebook and Google+.
Monday evening, after that long day of appointments, I opened my laptop and worked my way through the alerts, retweeting delightful tweets, clicking “like” on Facebook and thanking people and answering questions, laughing and feeling loved and celebrated in the swirl of surprise.
You got me, T. S. Poetry Press.
Thank you for the surprise. Thank you for the celebration. Thank you for making this book a reality. And thank you, Charity Singleton Craig, for sharing the pages of On Being a Writer.
Life is to be fortified by many friendships. To love and to be loved is the greatest happiness of existence.” (Sydney Smith, English clergyman from the 1800s)
Thank you everyone for fortifying my life and bringing me great “happiness of existence”!