Here are some of the publication nitty gritties I’ve been learning in the last six months.
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This week has been intense. A week of proofreading culminated in perhaps a master copy. To top that, the week ended with a YouTube event that went far better than I had hoped.
I had a totally different post in mind for today, but I just got the book format version of my novel Liquid Fire from the publisher.
My kids like to have a toy on the table while they eat dinner. They say it “guards” their food. We allow the toy to stay so long as they eat. I’m in the thick of editing what is potentially the last round of edits for my novel. In keeping with the kids, I have a little totem figure sitting next to the computer. But my figure isn’t exactly here to guard my story.
I realize the title of this is a bit misleading. I don’t currently live a life where idle time exists. There are always so many things to be done there simply isn’t enough time in the day to do them. But what I do have are activities which do not require a lot of brain power.
My garden has derailed my life. The weather heated up and the plants have gone from strolling along in their growth to a flat-out sprint to see which one of them can develop and ripen the most vegetables or fruit. Even my watermelon plant, which has been so sad and lethargic, has suddenly taken off.
There’s a terrible little voice inside my head. It sows seeds of doubt, questioning my every decision and threatening my ability to make decisions. When I manage to block out its shout, it whispers instead, sneaking into the crevices of my mind. The closer I get to the potential release date of Liquid Fire the more persistent it becomes. The last two weeks have been amazing and crazy for me. My kids and I took a little trip to visit family and catch up with people we haven’t seen in a long time. There was so much happening I only sporadically had access to email and social media. Consequently, I was a day late in getting the very exciting news that my first ever interview as an author had gone live on Esther Rabbit’s website.
I love writing. I can spend hours at the keyboard spinning tales and describing the worlds floating through my mind. And I’m more than happy to send those stories out into the world for others to read and enjoy. But when someone asks me the oh, so simple question ‘what’s your story about?’ I freeze. My mind goes blank and I look like a guppy fish out of water, my mouth opening and closing but no sounds coming out.
As a teen I started a terrible birthday tradition.
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