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.
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.
Let’s talk research. Every writer knows there are times in the pursuit of creativity we delve into areas that aren’t pretty and can make the average person sick to their stomach. However, finding information is part of what an author must do for the sake of the story.
Joining a discussion group created for writers with the sole purpose of being able to pick each other’s brains was the best decision I could have ever made. Questions can include topics such as, how much does a head wound bleed or what is the best way to disable brakes on a car?
There’s nothing worse then reading a book and it isn’t believable.
The devil’s in the details.
But, sometimes while you’re searching the internet you come across an article or website that just breaks your heart. With everything I’ve read, seen, and heard while researching my book one would think nothing would shock or surprise me.
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.
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
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**~
Dr says learn to control my stress. My hubby’s advice is slow the hell down and stop feeling guilty about taking bubble baths.