Well, all right, I’m not saying that October is inherently outrageous.
It came upon me so quickly! And it’s dashing by – I can’t keep up! And it’s publication month and I’m supposed to be one big publicity machine!
Maybe that’s overstating it, but it can feel a bit overwhelming, as friends at the same stage will agree. (Yes, Tanya Marlow and Claire Musters – I’m looking at you.)
You wrote this book, poured your very heart into it, but now you have handed it over for publication and you are exhausted – yet you now have to announce it, promote it… for an introverted Brit, this is always interesting.
As a writer, in order to do my best at something, I need to fall in love with it. (I talk about this a bit in the book, actually!) I can do a good job, but it won’t be as passionate, as powerful, if I don’t really care about it. That’s deep motivation.
The trouble with falling in love with something is that you can sometimes loathe it. Emotions fling this way and that. You can’t bear to leave it; you long to be free of it.
My book and I have passed the honeymoon stage and now more hard work begins.
I was supposed to have posted some really exciting blog posts about it already. But then, that’s October being outrageous again, coming along when it did and as it has. So you get this splurge of honesty instead.
I am torn between agony and amusement at said agony.
Humour helps me a lot at times like these. I have to laugh, to not take myself too seriously.
Emailing people I don’t know very well to ask for help spreading the word… cringe, cringe. Begging you lovely folks to take a look… cringe, cringe.
But such is the life of an author, these days.
And yet so many of you seem to care and be interested in my writing. Your whispers of encouragement do me so much good.
I appreciate you so much.
Especially in October.
Remind yourself of what the book is about here (now with a list of sellers).