It’s kind of a mania: this book thing. I’m sure for people who are on their second or third book it’s easier to keep things in balance. But I’m a bundle of obsessive thoughts and impulses, with this debut book of mine. It’s out, it’s actually out. It’s listed. It’s on the market. It can be bought and, interestingly, it can also be sold.
In a week or two I’ll officially announce it. They tell me that timing is critical when it comes to PR. Yes, I must personally promote and PR the book. I don’t have a problem with that except my brain wants to work on PR strategy during the night when I should be sleeping so I get up at 3:30 and eat some Cheerios and turn on my computer and do book stuff until my brain starts to shut down around 6 and I can try some more sleeping but it’s never enough to catch me up and so I end up writing sentences like this. I think I’m losing my grip on reality. Maybe it wasn’t such a solid grip in the first place.
It doesn’t help that I’m reading Postcards From the Edge, and thereby seeing and hearing how messed up brains can get. What a powerful book, by the way.
Wait. I feel a random nap coming on. So I must seize the moment. Before my brain realizes it’s time to start in obsessing again about sundry matters: like the precise date and time to announce my book and the precise wording to use that will strike that perfect balance. You know, that perfect balance between obnoxious and apologetic. Somewhere between gangster and Gandhi.
It is an epic life moment, complete with a “high” that maybe only comes with this intensity with the first book. And the sleeplessness and obsessive ruminating might just be a necessary part of the experience. But, for now, take that nap while the napping is good. Congratulations, Chuck!
Thanks, Nance. Boy, that’s good advice!
Wow, Chuck! Congratulations!! Where can I buy a copy? I will announce it to all my e-mail lists when I get the details.
Wow, thanks, Pat. That’s amazing. I’ll give you the details this morning. Happy Mother’s Day!
Well said, Chuck- but then it should be. You are, after all, an author!
Oh, well. . . Thanks, Beth!