Tomorrow Will Be Better

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The truth is, I’m a mess. The truth is, I can’t concentrate on anything. I try to write/work and just end up staring at my screen, maybe clicking around online but mostly staring. I know this behavior needs to stop. I’m aware that I’m digging myself into a hole from which it may take a dag gum bulldozer to get me out of. But I can’t shake it. Yes, I have some personal things going on – but nothing that deserves all of this nonsense. No one is sick, no one is dying…I’m screaming at myself to stop feeling this way but I’m not listening, which shouldn’t be too much of a shocker, since I never listen. But I wish I would listen, just this once.

I feel like folks don’t even want to be around me. I wouldn’t want to be around me. I’m like a broken record playing this horribly sad and depressing song over and over. SOMEONE MOVE THE LITTLE THINGY WITH THE NEEDLE! PLEASE! I don’t want to be this way. I want to be happy. Hey, I have a book out in print – so what if no one knows? It’s still there! Hey, my kid was invited to attend an amazing school – so what if he wants to chuck it all and be a cartoonist? At least he was invited. Hey, my husband didn’t leave me – so what if he thinks it’s one of the biggest mistakes he ever made not to? He’s still here. Hey…oh, just never mind.

Seems there are a lot of typos in Playing With Fire…which is just perfect. My wonderfully honest friend read the book and made a list. She’s going to email the publisher for me. She makes me happy. I guess the good thing about POD is perhaps they can change the file they give to the printer. Then there will be no typos and that would actually be perfect. Though, let’s be real here, when has Christy ever been synonymous with perfection? Never. Ughhh…SEE WHAT I MEAN? This blog is depressing. I hope you didn’t even make it this far. Here’s a cute kitty from Pinterest via imgfave.com, just in case you did.

Cute Kitten from Pinterest

Cute Kitten

Tomorrow will be better.

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Writer vs Author

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I held my book yesterday. I didn’t cry, but I probably could’ve. It’s so shiny and pretty and I absolutely can’t thank Crescent Moon Press and the amazingly talented team there – Marlene, Stephanie, my editor Farrah and the woman behind the cover, Angelique, enough for such a beautiful final product.

Playing With Fire

First time holding published book

So now comes the hard stuff. Promoting while trying to finish the series while trying to work a full-time job AND be a mom to my kid and work on my marriage. Geez, I’m already pooped just typing all of that out. You finally get your book out in hard copy and you think, ‘Wow. I actually did it!’ for about ummmmm, five minutes before you realize that’s just the beginning of your journey as an author. I’m a big proponent of realizing that being an author is a job like any other. Writer is who I am, Author is what I do. Writer, if you really are a writer, just comes naturally. Author is something you have to work at and ironically, more times than not, fights against who you are. Authors have to put themselves out there and meet people and smile and promote. Most writers are perfectly content with a laptop (or pad and pen), coffee and a comfy spot. Trying to manage any kind of promotion is very much pushing the envelope for us. BUT…like all things in life, any destination worth getting to requires you to get off your ass and get there.

It’s almost Christmas. o.O It’s also almost 2014 and let me tell you, I am so ready to be done with this year – that’s my new favorite number.

Talk soon. Love, CT

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