Have you heard the saying the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree?
Well, in this case it’s true! My boy-o was entered in a poetry contest (he claims he didn’t know) and according to the letter we received his poem was selected by The American Library of Poetry to be published in this year’s book of poetry, Eloquence.
Yup, this proud mama is cheesing hard. Of course, the kid doesn’t even remember the poem (I do, he asked me to read it before he turned it in.) It was for extra credit in history class. Amazing, he’ll be published at fourteen and he’s acting as if he doesn’t care. Maybe he’ll feel different when he actually holds the book in his hands and sees his name in print. It’s an awesome feeling. We’re very proud of our boy.
I also got some good news of my own. My first chapter for Innocent Sacrifice (the latest novel I’m working on) got accepted for the HD California Writers Club Anthology. Plus I’m working with a fellow author on her book launch.
So much stuff in going on…and yet I want more. Does that seem greedy?
I can’t help it. I got a taste of the good stuff and I want to bathe in it, baby!
Is my book really going to be in a library? It sure is!
Apparently, one of the libraries in my area supports local authors and my writing club reached out to everyone to let us know, “Hey, stop by the library and donate your book so it can be placed on the shelf.”
Well, this got me thinking what if the other libraries accepted donated books and it was just a matter of review and approval to be placed on the shelves?
Next week, the plan of action is to hit up another library and my son’s school.
I know as an entrepreneur I want to sell books, but as a writer I just want people to read my story and have it make a difference.
It’s a fine line between being an artist and trying to pay some bills.
Let me start by saying, I’m a big worrywart. My last entry was about freaking out over stuff I probably shouldn’t have. I was worried about my book launch. I stressed about having enough drinks, would people show up, and more importantly, I prayed I wouldn’t say anything inappropriate.
I gave myself a few gray hairs over nothing.
The book launch was amazing! Friends, family, and supporters showed up in droves to the bookstore. The best part is I didn’t even have to send anyone outside to twirl a sign to advertise. (I told my kid if we didn’t have a good crowd I’d give him twenty bucks to do it, he was all about it.)
Currently, I’m in the midst of a book blog tour and a social media blast. The feedback has been positive and I’ve received some great reviews from readers.
My head hasn’t stopped spinning. I keep pinching myself to make sure it’s real. But I’m staying grounded and focused. In addition to marketing Innocent Labor, I’m working on the sequel.
Now that I’ve released my first book, I determined to publish another.
Of course, I’m not saying I don’t log onto Amazon, read the reviews over and over, and start grinning like a mad fool.
And now to the next step. The final read through before sending it to the publisher for publication. Once I hit send, there’s no going back.
“Dear God, please let everything be okay…”
No such luck. I found errors I swear hadn’t been there before. Missing words, stuff switched around in a sentence, sections that made me question WTH was I thinking.
At this point, Goblins are dancing around my head. Pointing and prodding at my every insecurity, their shrieks and maniacal laughter taunting me at every turn.
It’s devastating because I had my book professional edited, multiple times. But, like my publisher said everyone is human and mistakes happen. How many times have you read a book from a well-known author and caught an error? Things can get past even the most discerning eye.
Breathe, Monica, breathe. Wuuu Saaaa.
Thankfully, I’m able to list everything I found and send it to the person who formatted my book. She can submit the corrections and everything will be right in the universe once again.
I keep trying to remind myself to stay positive and focused. Don’t let my fears overwhelm my world.
Honestly, though at times like this it’s easier said than done.
Well, things are getting real. I know I’ve said it before, but now I’m talking to my publisher about release dates and pricing. And it’s awesome!
Of course, I’m a bit of an emotional basket case. I’m not going to lie, I’ve considered following in the footsteps of some of the literary greats and taking up alcoholism because I’m losing my mind (JK, I can’t handle the hangovers, I’m a sissy.)
Sylvia Plath quote
But, seriously anxiety attacks and mood swings have been part of my daily action plan whether I want it added to the list or not. Exercise, yoga poses, and stress eating haven’t helped at all. So I do what every other red-blooded, gung-ho driven writer does in a situation such as this, I ignore it all and keep pushing forward.
I’m researching book blog tours, purchasing marketing materials, and utilizing social media for blatant self-promotion like I learned in PR101. Do I think it’s enough to garner enough attention to generate a solid following of dedicated fans and boost sales?
I don’t know. I hope so.
Here’s what I do know, I’m releasing my book in the next couple of weeks and I’m freaking out!!!
With my baby (aka my book) at the editor’s office, I asked myself what’s the next step in the process. Do I keep working on my book? Do I set it aside and work on other projects? Or do I start looking for a cover artist?
Cover Artist Massimo Carnevale
Well, I don’t know what anyone else would do, but I started researching and looking for a cover artist. There are so many colors, thrilling shadows, and titillating visions to entice and grab the reader’s attention. I haven’t made any decisions, but I’m so glad I’m taking the time to research.
Shopping for Shoes
There are so many choices. It’s like shopping for shoes with a 50% discount!
I’m excited and a tad bit giddy. It’s interesting figuring out what I like and what I don’t. I hope this will make it easier once I get to this phase of the process.
I should probably light some candles just in case. It couldn’t hurt.