Can crazy get crazier?
I’m reminded of the annoying song twelve-years sing on long bus rides, “I am slowly going crazy. 1…2…3…4…5…6 Switch. Slowly going crazy am I. 6…5…4…3..2…1 Switch.” I can smell their bubble gum, surging hormones and pre-teenage angst.
Great! Now my craziness has adopted a theme song and a smell.
Usually when I’m stressed I clean. It’s a last resort kinda thing, to do. But I haven’t taken to the Swifter yet. My desk has three inches of clutter on it and continues to grow paper, stickies and coffee mugs at an alarming rate. I fuss-about with my blogs and drink way too much caffeine, which I rationalize is healthier for me than wine. And it keeps me more awake at three in the morning when I’m in full fret-mode.
I notice my dh is steering a wider path around me than usual. Could I be on the edgy side?
And I’m wondering… always wondering: Could I be doing more?
The advice most Indie Gurus give newbies is:
- the best promo is to write the next book,
- be patient, and
- remember it’s a marathon and not a race.
Easier said than done.
I shelved the idea of a live podcast btw. Thank you Pat and Judy for your sage advice. Six days is not enough time plan it properly. But I do like the idea. Hopefully I’ll have figured out the details of Google+ hangouts by the spring when I launch my next full length book.
So why? Why am I boring you with this ramble? To let you share with me the experience of launching a book in the new Independent Publishing world of course. Fun, eh?