Happy Birthday, little book! You’re one year old today.
You’ve aged so quickly. How is it possible? It seems like only yesterday you were nothing but a vague, faintly naive idea.
I remember how thrilled I was when I took you home from the hospital first saw you in a bookstore. I thought you were the cutest book ever. I still do. But not everybody agrees, and that’s why your mommy and daddy your publisher and author are working hard to make new clothing devise new cover art for you
Now, I know that in the past I’ve told you that someday soon you’d have a little sister or brother sequel novel. And it’s still true. Yes, someday I’ll come home from the hospital receive author’s copies in the mail, and then you won’t be all alone in the nursery on that shelf any longer.
You see, sometimes when an author and publisher love each other very much, they lie very close together enter a business agreement with the goal of producing cool books. And you and your little sequels are all a part of that.
I know that some of the bigger kids more established series have teased you with horror stories about getting remaindered, going out of print, and other things. I won’t lie to you: it’s a tough world out there, and sometimes bad things happen. But you’re still young! You haven’t even hit puberty had your mass market paperback release yet. By the time you’re old enough to worry about such things, you’ll also be old enough to understand and accept that this is the natural order of the world publishing.
But let’s not fret. Happy birthday, little book! You’re my first, and you’ll always be my oldest. I can’t wait to see the grown adult trilogy you become.