So, the book is finally out and I am getting the rest of my ducks in a row. Setting up author pages (Goodreads), publishing to Amazon,
Smashwords.com, and looking at a few other options.
The blogs are going to get a revamp in here somewhere so keep an eye out for new pages and links.
There is so much to do.
So…yes, really a published author…I was hoping for cake or even bourbon when it happened but hey, you get what you get. Slightly disappointed in the lack of magical confetti and instant fame but I can work with a vague smidge of kind of fame and post it notes covering my entire desk.
I am tempted to post a donate to you local starving artist button on here somewhere.
Thanks to Real Life issues I am beyond broke at the moment and while I have a week vacation coming up I will not be going any where since I can’t afford it right now.
The book is finally out and all of a sudden I feel horrible. Exhausted and stressed out, total let’s curl up into a ball and die kind of exhausted. I want to pull the covers over my head and forget the world for a while, why is this never an option? I would like an excuse from work for recuperation from editing, please. Could you claim mental exhaustion if it’s not your job that caused it? Hmm…
Well, time to break out the to do list and start adding new sections and bullet points