Flooding

I have so many thoughts going through my head right now.

First of all my dog is standing on the kitchen table. She’s not doing anything. She’s just. Standing there.

As much as would love to tell all 90 pounds of her to get off the table, that would be a battle that I just don’t want to fight right now.

Needless to say, I can’t sleep. Well I can sleep, it’s just I’m not actually sleeping. My mind is so full of thoughts I can’t shut down. On top of that I have 40 alarms set to make sure I don’t over sleep.

I’m currently experiencing overload.

Between college, being neck deep in author promotions, working, and trying to survive the Holidays. It’s rational to say that I’m overwhelmed.

I don’t even like the Holidays. Well I can’t say that I don’t it’s just the enjoyment has been sucked out of me due to Modern day society.

I love Christmas. I really do. It’s not that I don’t have time for, it’s just I can’t deal with it this year. So I’m taking a Holiday break this year. I’m going to hide at home while everyone is out shoving Christmas down each other’s throats. I will be very happy sitting on my computer writing, and drinking coffee until the Holidays are over.

Why?

Because I have excepted the fact that I am human, and I need to unwind every once in a while. If I’m doing what I love, does it really matter?

Hey everyone I’m the Grinch. I think people lose site of the fact that the Holidays are not a happy time for some people.  There are people out there who just want to spend the time to rest, for some it’s a traumatic time. Too often people don’t realize that not everyone wants to be yipper skipper during the holidays. And no, I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT HOLIDAY SHOPPING.

Okay, I’m stopping this to say, since when did Modern Society make getting in a fight at Walmart Thanksgiving night a Holiday tradition?

Oh what has happened people? People has happened.

Time Flies

It’s been a long 2017. It feels longer than usual for a year. Though maybe that’s just because of all the things that have happened.

Thanksgiving is in two days. I haven’t said what I am thankful for yet.

I’m going to say this, I am thankful for 2017. It’s been the best and worst year of my life.

Time is flying now.

Back in August I self-published my first book. What a wild ride that was. I had to learn so much. I will forever be thankful for the lessons that experience taught me.

I thought I made my dream come true. I thought getting published was simply enough. Now I know, it wasn’t going to be enough until I did everything the right way.

But I made a decision. I figured if I want to be a writer I needed to get it together. The night I made my choice, I took my book off all markets. Got online and found the publisher that had remarked how interesting my book looked when I met her at a Convention.

I submitted my manuscript directly to her and after consideration, she accepted it. It’s been a wild ride going through cover design and having the help of an editor who showed me the things I should have shown myself years ago.

Last night my book came out on all eBook markets. Next week my paperback comes out. It’s been a long haul to the finish line, but it’s right in my grasp.

My head is straight, and my focus is right where it should be.

Time flies, but has brought me to the place where my dreams reside.

Where I’m at now I am living the dream that I have had since age five. I’m not without regret, but I’m a hell of a lot more thankful.

Feedback

It’s always a bit scary to get feedback on your work. You tell yourself you are prepared for some criticism and then it comes. You can’t handle it.

I hear of this happening to a lot of writers. That one bad review is the be all to end all.

I remember the first time I got a bad review. I remember clicking on the link and thinking don’t do this. Don’t read it. You should really listen to your own conscience. I learned my lesson.

The review wasn’t about the story or the plot it was about the way the book was formatted. That bad review I turned into a learning experience.

I chose not to take offense. Yes it was a sour blow, but not the end of the world. The guy had suggestions, he is the reader I am the writer. My job is to find out what the reader wants and learn from those wants.

The next time you get a bad review, embrace it. It could teach you something.

(If the reviewer is blatantly being an ass then disregard my advice.)

Bad Reviews

Bad reviews, they’re like alcohol.

Read a review, you take a swig.

The words, like bitter buzz in the mouth.

Down the throat they burn.

The words are fire, you don’t like them but you can’t stop them.

The alcohol won’t kill you, but the words will.

Cruelty influences the booze.

Read one, you’ve read em’ all.

Take a sip, look down and the bottle you’ve already drained.

Read enough, drink enough.

Crash through life poisoned by that one sip. By that one bad review.

 

 

A New Dusk

Day one of a new beginning is ending. I am me, but my goals are different and so is my outlook.

I have wanted to do this for a long time. Rip apart everything and start fresh. Start the way I wanted to start in the first place.

The only difference? I realized it wasn’t too late.

I’ve been serious about getting published for five years. That is not a long time, but it’s a long time for such a terrifying commitment.

I went Indie, and I don’t regret anything about it. Self-publishing helped lead me to the path I have always wanted to be on.

I am now publishing a four book series with a traditional publisher. A publisher that I met at an event I went to as an Indie author.

I got tired of listening to the “traditional is better” spiel, and I honestly think that is why I turned to self-publishing. I wanted to carve out my own, as many people choose to do. But I have wanted this outcome for a long time. I trusted my gut and I have accomplished.

It’s been a long 2017, I’ve embarked on a publishing journey and now I’m on my second. I have stressed over everything along the way, but in the end everything is coming together.

Life isn’t perfect, but some of these paths we go down, they can lead us to who we are. Every night is a new dusk, a fresh start. Wake up with the dawn and chase that dream of yours. This is your life, stop saying you can’t reach that dream. Get off the couch, get out of the house, flee to the city, run to the mountains, jump to the ocean. You are only alive now, go.