It’s almost time

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 | "God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts."

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!!!

How Does One Become a Butterfly?

Panic Attack or A Reality Check?

Anxiety featured on iFunny.com!

Anxiety featured on iFunny.com

Anxiety sucks. With all of the details and checklists for my book, I think my brain went into overload. Too many things needing to be done, and it feels like it all has to be done right now.

Fred Sanford

Fred Sanford

Last weekend, I woke up to a helluva panic attack. I mean, clutch your chest, holla out “Elizabeth!” panic attack. I couldn’t breathe, my chest felt like it was going to burst, and I had trouble speaking for a little while. It was bad. 

"Inheritance" by Kevin Grass

“Inheritance” by Kevin Grass

Now, I come from a long line of alcoholics, pill poppers, and relatives with a tendency towards chemical dependencies. I’m no stranger to seeing addiction in action. So, I have a few issues when it comes to taking my medication. I joke around about it, but the truth is I have a fear of being an addict.

It’s not cute.

Oh, my friend, but on that day…Gracias a Dios por los pastillas. There’s only been one time in my life that I understood the enthrallment of drugs and it was after 32 hours of labor. (I secretly still love the man who gave me my epidural. Sorry, babe.)

Relax via ~**Sweetness**~

Relax via ~**Sweetness**~

Dr says learn to control my stress. My hubby’s advice is slow the hell down and stop feeling guilty about taking bubble baths.

Tomato,Tomatoe?