I’ve never been one to react to stress. At least not outwardly. I’m sure my intestines have been tied into fried funnel cakes before, but I’ve never shown it. Stress and me have never really been bedfellows, strange or otherwise. Then…
I tried publishing through Amazon. Yeah, this is not so much the case anymore.
In an attempt to launch my first book—the first in a series—I’ve kinda been going crazy, like intestines-tied-into-fried-funnel-cakes crazy. Nevertheless, here I am, chin-deep in the world of email lists, promos, cross-promos, promo stacks, necessary apps, building a site, you name it. I got editors, line proofs and cover artists crawling out of my friggin’ eye sockets. I’ve learned the basics to every program from Vellum to MailChimp, then back to Good Reads, and then some. There’s no way to cover everything involved in a good, proper launch (at least to my understanding) in a single blog entry, or newsletter, or journal, or what have you.
Wait. Wait a minute. Hold on…. I’m back. Had to untangle the old intestinal tract just for talking about it.
So, I’ll cover my path one stone at a time. I’m not published. Not yet. But I’m well on my way with my Book 1 launch looming, just a few weeks away. Just keep in mind one thing: As much as I cry about the voluminous mountain of work one must chew on to launch a book, you know what the truth is? It’s fun. I’ve actually enjoyed it. It’s given me a sense of balance in all of its chaos. Truly.
Just don’t tell anybody. Because, in earnest, my road has only just begun.