“Would fishing be fun if the fish jumped out of the ocean and smacked you in the face?”
I don’t think so.
In fact, that sounds like a nightmare I had once.
If fishing is thought, by some to be boring, this would be the opposite.
Downright frightening, in other words, but I like this writer’s post because it makes some true points on the subjects of balance, perspective, and when enough is enough in the life of an author.
Now, while I think having a catchy title or opening line, like I made sure to include at the start of this post can work to grab the reader’s attention, I can’t say I haven’t been told to “please shut up” a time or two.
Okay okay, so it may not have been to my face every time, but I can guarantee it was being said under the breath.
I post on this blog, at a minimum, once a week. I post on Facebook and Twitter on a daily basis.
I want to share something. I want to express myself.
Both true and anyone who does that doesn’t always know, for the sake of all others, when enough’s enough.
I am proud to announce something today, but apparently I couldn’t just do it, without prefacing my announcement without my special brand of hyper-awareness of my self-promotion, and that it isn’t my goal to be pushy.
Because, as the blog post I linked above says (just in case you didn’t read it), nobody is going to buy a book, just because my story is in it.
Well, not only because they follow me on Twitter, have liked me on Facebook, and I don’t even have Instagram or Tumblr anyway.
I know that by opening myself up like this, I am risking vulnerability, and I’ not sure how I completely feel about it.
Sure, if E.L. James can handle it, so can I, right?
Others may have an opinion of my story. Along with the good there inevitably could and will come the bad.
I wanted to share my good news with you here. That’s all I have control over.
I am bad at self-promotion.
Oh sure, I do it, but not because I live to promote.
I am one blog, in a galaxy of millions, and I wanted to announce that I have written a short story: One Last Kiss.
It is coming out, in June, assuming all goes as planned.
Okay, so I have a hard time believing it’s really happening because things like this don’t happen to me. Well, rarely if ever, but there’s always got to be a first for everything, right?
If you were to ask anyone who believes in the power of positive thinking, they’d say I need to scrap talk and thinking like that because no good can come of it.
So I choose to believe in this and to be excited.
I can’t see the cover, but the day the email was sent out to everyone of us, included in this anthology, the one in which the cover image was first revealed to us, I admit I couldn’t stop smiling.
I wanted someone to describe it to me, where exactly everything was, and where my name appeared. I gobbled up every single detail I could, so I could picture things exactly in my mind’s eye, the most powerful tool at my disposal.
Now I can finally share it with the rest of the world, or with my little piece of the world anyway, because I was told the Queen is much too busy with her birthday celebrations to offer me her opinion.
Right, well I never promised a humour anthology.
The one to organize all this made the official announcement, over on her own blog, this past Sunday:
This title fits perfectly because this was, indeed, my second chance, in a lot of ways.
More to come, but check out the Facebook page:
I should be featured, with a short bio and synopsis of my story, on the page in May sometime.
Finally, I just wanted to share the GoodReads link. I can’t believe I am on GoodReads!
Speaking of…I’m off to shout this from the rooftops.
Feel free to tell me to shut up: in your head, under your breath, or even out loud if you really deem it necessary.