My stomach did twisty knots and my head went into the clouds while I should’ve been focusing on my day job. I worked extra hard, later, because of it. I emailed everyone and posted on Facebook and I twittered and then…and then? I crashed like a caffeine/sugar rush.
What am I supposed to do now? I can’t be marketing my book all day long. I have a submission list to review sites a mile long. Argh! All that work and now I might fail as I reach the finish line. I mean…it’s like an artist throwing their work into a dark closet if no one reads your novel.
I really want to write book two. I’m well on the way. But how to focus on a second child, when the first may be floundering.
“Good God, woman, grow a set and stop whining.”
Easy for you to say, good angel on my right shoulder. You don’t have to get showered and go to work this morning. You can just sit there and throw snarky “You should do this or that” comments all day long.
“Screw them.”
Oh ho. I knew you would show up, Mr. Devil on the left shoulder. What the hell do you have to say for yourself?
“Who cares? Just sit down and write. Call in sick to work. Let the first novel sink into the toilet if you must. It’s all about the second book. You know. Like drugs? First one is always free?”
Oh shut up. Both of you. GAH! It 7:39 and I need to be to work in less than an hour.
Stella Marie, I’m thrilled for you. Whether it’s the first or the tenth book, it’s always exciting but of course, the first is your baby. Best wishes and happy dance in this exciting time.
Thanks so much.