Sometimes…Most of the Time…Maybe even ALL of the time, I feel like I’m doing a juggling act. Five days, forty hours a week I’m a cake decorator, up to my elbows in sugar and shortening. Seven days a week I’m a wife and not so great a housekeeper (thankfully I have help in that department) and a laundress. We won’t talk about cooking, but I can give you the names of some great area restaurants.
All the while I’m somewhere inside my head telling myself stories. I’ve always done this but it wasn’t until about 6 years ago that someone pointed out that I just might be a writer.
Today is one of my two days off. There’s so much to pack into it I’m not sure where to begin. Since 4:00 a.m. I’ve been at this computer.
Soon my first novel will be ready to shop around again. I’m about halfway through the rewrite. Then it’s onto rewriting the sequel.
Marketing strategies buzz through my head…again I’m scared and excited at the same time. This weekend a friend is hosting a book signing. So far not many invitees have responded and I’m trying not to be discouraged.