All tagged self publish
I’m busy contemplating many things, including but not limited to marketing Marcus, finding time to draft new projects, figuring out how to present/possibly package said projects, reading and blogging Shakespeare, anticipating Frozen 2 with frosty breath (OMG it’s gonna be so good!)…
Whoever said, “You’re only as good as your face” was a weasel dufus swinging his head against the loose barn door. Splurge for new hinges, dufus! And don’t skimp on the screws this time, neither!
This is what a thousand words looks like. This is how it feels to be inside a thousand words. Welcome.
“Back in my day,” wrote the old man who somehow got himself a bloggy, “we used to do a thing called freewriting.”
That’s fascinating, Grandpa! Tell us more!
Well, now what?
I’m sitting in a haze of post-published, euphoric loss. I feel like I’ve had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends. I gave him up to the world and now he doesn’t write me anymore. Wait, Marcus may be a storyteller but he’s not a writer. I don’t think.
Two months form today, my debut novel will be available for human consumption. Time is inching by at breakneck speed. Yeah, it’s super slow fast.
Far away from here…
Am I allowed to quote lyrics on my blog? Are the sappy music police going to bang down my door as soon as this is posted? Probably.
Being that my bloggy is now fully functional and borderline self-aware, I want to use today’s space to lay down some ground rules. And then break them.
Write if I want to. Write if I want to. You would write too, if it happened to you.
