I have been busy with rebuilding my website. It will look the same, pretty much, but more features and fun stuff. More interactive.
It’s a good, nonthinking project for where I am right now, writing-wise. I have never been so prolific in these last few years and this year, in just one year, I have published 1 book, written two, completed a collection of short stories, and continue to add more stories to that collection.
Okay, enough of my-own-horn-shit.
I wish I had a BIG BIG book deal for all these pieces.
Okay, enough of wish-I-had-a-book-deal shit.
So, what’s left to blog about?
I have a lot on my head, in my brain, personally. So I dumped all that on my more private blog…see if you can find it. : )
Oh, well, I could vent the usual guilt I feel about neglecting my self-published babies, MY SISTER’S WEDDING and MY SUMMER VACATION. I feel like a negligent mother. I don’t take them out enough, give them fresh air…which translates to: I don’t do the PR machine thing enough. My “my space” page is so boring and I hate working on it. I wasn’t disappointed recently when a book fair was canceled. I don’t miss book signings.
Really, there has to be a better way, right?
But of course I go back to the STRUGGLE of well, I have an agent and she is trying to get things happening and so maybe I should just lean back as I am and let her take care of that end of it and I can just keep on doing what I am doing…teaching, speaking, coaching, writing, and letting the books sell naturally.
Oh, and they do, by the way. I probably sell a few a week still. I think that’s pretty good!
Struggle. The life of an artist. Or maybe just the life of someone who has trouble letting go.
And really, that’s why I write. To let go.
So, deep breath, I LET GO!!!!!!!
P.S. Don't forget to read my short story that was published by Amazon! The Day After