These violent delights do have violent ends, and in their triumph die like fire and powder, which as they kiss, consume. And so begins my first venture into in-person book promotion. All the hopes of a doe-eyed dreamer. Come see the pretty books and buy the pretty books. You must love me. Grandeur of thoughts. Most people who come out to social or community events are elders and parents with young kids, and many of these people know each other, and are there to socialize. So, I sat there waiting for the moment the cool kids notice me. All the cool kids are teenagers who are volunteers. I'm terrified of them, but eventually handed out business cards with bated breath. In the end, I was a voyeur to the delight of others, watching the joy of others talk about their work and hoping someone would notice me. I didn't sell that day. I have more days. More disappointment or new triumphs? February is the shortest month. Promises to keep and miles to go before I weep.
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It's been long. A long, cold January. There are issues. I am working through them. I have plans, also. - Finish the sequels to The Civilization - Finish my last and lingering contemporary romance novel - Finish other unfinished manuscripts - Visit book fairs. Wishing everyone a postive start to the new year! I know the song lyric is 'wake me up when September ends,' and maybe 'nothing lasts forever, even cold November rain' is a better lyric, but either way, the post is dreary.
People are leaving Twitter (yes, I'm deadnaming it). By people, I mean the privileged--middle class, affluent, elitist-orgs, celebrities who are tired of ... being challenged about their dogma? Peasants talking back to them? Elon Musk acting like a rabid fanboy? It's not clear.Twitter has swung from heavy left-centric to shifting right-centric. Neither option is good. Bluesky or Threads are all the rage (for now). My old ass tried the former, found it dull and hostile, and now I'm trying Threads after accidentally finding myself on there. In an ideal world, the introvert in me wouldn't be on social media. But the hussle as a small-time author with a small publisher means the job is never done. That's not the point of this post. I don't like November. The first week of the month should've been the greatest moment and yet the sulk has kicked in--the book release of The Civilization versus the anniversary of my mom's death, a fender bender, the scale, and the cold. There's a delicate unravel as the dark days are here--no more Halloween/pumpkin pie season. Nothing lasts forever, even cold, November rain. But do wake me when it ends. |
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