How to Properly Celebrate Making THE NEW YORK TIMES Best Seller List

Last week I saw a post on Facebook congratulating Jen Mann for hitting The New York Times best seller list for her fantastic book People I Want to Punch in the Throat. I adore this book, but it really should be banned. You can read more about that HERE.

I'm ecstatic for her. She deserves it. Not only is her book excellent, but I've yet to meet a harder working author. 

So there I am, standing at the kitchen island in front of my computer with The New York Times Best Sellers page up. And there's a little search bar. On a whim, I typed in This Little Piggy Went to the Liquor Store. Nothing came up, as expected. It was just wishful thinking and curiosity.

It was time to retrieve my children, we had places to be. I almost closed my computer. But then I looked at that search bar again and typed in Hair of the Corn Dog. And I'll be damned if it didn't pop up. #13 in the Family category, right under Jim Gaffigan's Dad Is Fat. #8 is Go the F**k to Sleep and #1 is The Glass Castle, so I feel like I'm in good company. 

I tried not to pee my pants and wondered what to do. I was sure the second I told anyone, The New York Times would correct their error. But it's been a few days, and it's still there. I couldn't plaster it all over Facebook, because I was supposed to be congratulating Jen Mann. But there it was. And it had BEEN there for a month, an entire month that I didn't even know about it. 

A few people have said, how could you not know? But The New York Times doesn't call the authors and let them know. Publishers stay on top of these things, I guess, but I was the publisher for this one. Apparently I need to pay more attention to those Google alerts. I started ignoring them because every time I get a Google alert, it's either a story about a different Amanda Turner arrested for DUI in Tennessee or because some douchebag has put up one of my books as a free download somewhere, and there's nothing I can do about it. (My ebooks range from $1.99 to $3.99; is that so outrageous that they really need to be pirated?)

I told my husband and texted my sister, who put the word out on Facebook. Now we get to the part about how to properly celebrate making The New York Times best seller list. 

You just go about your business. 

In my case this was attending an Oktoberfest celebration at an Assisted Living Facility. My husband's grandfather is one of the residents, so we took the kids and ate bratwurst and turnips on paper plates while listening to a band play "Edelweiss" and a whole lot of polka. 

So that's my story. I have a shiny new addition to my bio. My husband has been plastering ads all over the internet, some of which I really wish he'd let me proof before he puts them out there. But life is good. The celebration will continue today with laundry, the amount of which is downright stupid. And I don't mind a bit. 

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  1. YOU'RE a hard working writer too, Amanda, and it's paid off! Congratualtions to you! The world is yours for the taking <3

  2. I can't believe you didn't know for a month!! Congratulations lady!! So happy for you:)

  3. I'm so, SO happy for you! Now damn it, go out and celebrate! Buy a box of wine, for goodness sake!

  4. Congrats! That's phenomenal! I think your husband should at least take you out to dinner.

  5. I hope there was at least a decent amount of jumping up and down like a game show contestant. Belated congratulations!!

    1. Thanks and thanks for reading! And yes, there may have been some awkward hopping involved.