Morning friends. I’m sorry I’ve been a kind of sucky blogger lately. I miss you all. I miss reading and commenting as much as I used to. I really really miss you all. I’m trying to figure out how to squeeze more productive time out of my day, and I am having a helluva time finding a way to market RIPPLE and write its sequel. Meanwhile, the rewrites on I RUN, which has now become a full-length novel and thus a “more bigger” (as my daughter would say) project than I expected, has become a full-time job and more of its own. I think I put in more than 70 hours last week, and I’m redlining because of it.
Oh. And I have been spending too much time working on way too many causes, and I am realizing that I got to put my writing career first. You know–get paid and all of that. Sigh. And I am looking at a list of bills a mile long, thinking, crap, what have I gotten myself into? I keep second-guessing this decision to go Indie. I still think it was the right thing to do, and now I’m doubling down with I RUN. I’m freaking out about the whole thing this morning to be honest with you. The marketing process reminds me of selling cars. Ugh.
I promise to try harder to visit y’all. Really, I do.
I’m hanging out over at my good friend Catie Rhodes today. She has become one of my favorite people to chat with about, well, all kinds of crazy stuff, from writing, to recovery, to ghosts, to God and of course one of our mutual topics of interest: crazy shit we’ve done, and crazy shit we wanna do. I love hanging out with Catie, and I’m hoping that you will swing by her home and wave hello. Yes, yes, she’s saying a few nice things about RIPPLE, and yes, you’ve heard plenty of nice stuff about my first novel, so there’s no need to talk about that much more, but I sure do hope you’ll swing by and hang with a couple people they warned your mama about, to paraphrase Catie.