It’s gray, it’s rainy, and worst of all, it’s Monday. To make this blah day a little better, I watched like, a hundred YouTube videos of killer whales (my favorite animal in the world) swimming along to inspirational music, like Phil Collins and Michael Jackson and string ensembles. That did the trick. It’s pretty impossible to be sad while watching killer whales (unless they’re eating a sea lion or a dolphin… but that’s nature).
Anyway, I am really suppose to be A) working on the little paragraph that goes on the back of the book so I can send it to my graphic designer like I’ve been saying I was going to do for about oh, two weeks now and B) writing out that little copyright page that goes on the back of the title page. I’m actually kind of looking forward to that, but at the same time I’m really intimidated by it. It’s so official and so la-de-da, you know? And I’m… I don’t know… sort of a Fruit Loop. I’m not sure that makes any sense at all, but in my head it does, so I’m just gonna go with it. The point is writing the book was the fun and easy part because I could make it however I wanted it to be. I can’t screw this up. It’s really, really important. Don’t get me wrong; I am fully capable of accomplishing things and being serious and, not to brag or anything, but I basically sailed through grad school with only one annoyingly difficult class at the very end. I can do stuff like this. It’s still intimidating though.
Tomorrow, it will be exactly nine weeks until Cemetery Tours debuts! I am so excited and I could not be more ready to finally share my book with the world. Then again, there is still so much I have to get done! I can not start being complacent now. I’ve been doing a lot of semi-marketing stuff like creating a CT board on Pinterest and being a lot more active on seeking followers on Twitter, but I haven’t been as good keeping up with the actual process of creating a book. Marketing and getting the name out there is important, but if I don’t have a product to give them, then it’s all for nothing. The good news is, I still have those nine weeks. The bad news is nine weeks flies when you have a deadline. Of course, this isn’t like writing a term paper. It’s something I want and something I love, so I don’t think it will be bad at all.
Happy Monday, y’all.