Yeah, babies–I got my first royalty check from my publisher for Abraham in Arms. (For a while there, I was just getting statements because of the advance on royalties I got years ago when I signed the contract.) When Fratguy opened the mail and said I got a royalty check, I thought he was joking, because the last statement I remember suggested that I would get royalties in the year 20-notinmylifetime.
This royalty check won’t change my life–it won’t make up for two years of no raises and no merit pay–but it’s a non-trivial amount of money. it could buy me a very nice pair of shoes (that is, much more expensive than I ordinarily buy), or it could cover dinner for two, including wine and the works. (It won’t cover the a$$-kicking cowgirl boots I bought last week, however. . . )
So now I have just one question:
who the hell has been buying my book? Inquiring minds want to know! (If you’re a reader who has assigned it to a class–thanks a lot! If you’re someone who actually bought the book–thanks, too!)