Anybody still have resolutions goin’ on?
I haven’t always been perfect on mine. I’ve been wanting to run the New York marathon for about, ehh, four years now? I can’t even tell you exactly when the desire struck me, but what I can tell you is that nobody’s cheered me through any finish line yet.
Mostly, I think my problem is just that I’m a little intimidated. First off, if I don’t get guaranteed entry, I’ll have to fundraise and make an annoyance out of myself (y’know, not that I’m not already lolz). And, y’know? I don’t travel all too much—another thing that I’m trying to change—and, leaving my small little home in dinky little Washington NJ and staying overnight in a big city I’ve only been to about, eh, three times in my twenty years alive? A little nervewracking.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Oh… oh, what? Oh, that’s right. Sorry. BELATED.
It’s been nuts lately, but what can I say? I’ve been cracking down on some serious projects lately and some serious stuff has been happening.
“Like what,” you say?
Lemme give ya a little of this:
Hey, peeps! So, this weekend is going to be a good one. I’m having a launch party for Forget Me on Friday! It’s pretty much just a family/friend gathering, but it will be bomb 🙂 I will be doing a reading, so I might post a video for you lovely people to enjoy too.
But while I’m having a real-life party, there will be a digital one (of sorts) as well! Because starting tomorrow, June 15th through Friday the 16th, the Kindle version of my debut will be free! Literally. Zero. Zip. Nada. $0. THAAAAT’S RIGHT.
Ahh, the old adage. I don’t even have to repeat it to you, and you wanna know why? Because so freaking many people say it.
It’s just another one of those things that make independent publishers like yours truly lose sleep at night and go into mania. And, y’know? That doesn’t leave much time for obtaining sustenance, being a person, functioning in society, writing back your penpals (I think I owe some people an apology)… things of that nature.
Characters are the best.
There may be some people out there who don’t understand this, but… I would say all readers and writers have developed a bond with certain characters they hold near and dear to their hearts. Like Harry from William Sleator’s Singularity—I get the whole sibling-angst thing because, well, I have an older sister and it’s not always sunshine and gumdrops. Or “Gabriel” and Bubba from Julie Gonzalez’s Imaginary Enemy. Those characters resonated with me because I used to have an imaginary frenemy (and he still resurfaces sometimes… DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT).
I’m a bookworm. A book freak. Nuts.
What, haven’t I mentioned that before? Hm…
Anyhow, I have self-control around many things. You’re talking to someone who’s been a full-on vegan for about three years. Even before that, if you saw me at Burger King, I’d be eating a salad. Well probably, but that’s not the point. If there’s anyone who knows something about self-control, well… I think I’d at least make the top 50.
But books? Nah. Not even close. Which leads me to my story.
So, I was at the library, just randomly strolling around. I had already borrowed some books, but right before I left, I saw the shelf. It was a little, lonely shelf near the front of the library with discarded books. It was an indoor mini book sale.
You’re on a deserted island… what books did you bring?
The only thing better than reading is writing., but that still makes reading #2 on the list. And though I’m a pretty busy bee, I try to read whenever I can. Because you know what they say: readers make the best writers.
Or something like that.