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| Artwork: Mike Maihack |
Christmas is coming! The emails for holiday book events are piling up in my inbox. Some of my best events are during the holidays, but it just adds more stress to an already stressful time.
When I get all balled up in promotion, I sometimes forget
why I’m doing this in the first place. I long ago accepted my writing would
never make me rich or famous, but a few bucks and a few fans mean a lot, so the
promo must go on. What also must go on is the writing, itself. The story must
continue, because that’s what it’s all about.
I love writing, though it isn’t terribly easy for me.
After a stint at the computer, I feel like I’ve hauled a few truckloads of hay,
then run a five-mile marathon. Carted a boulder up a steep hill. But I love
that boulder and will do it again soon as my mind recovers enough to carry on.
(The purring cat on my lap reminds me to mention that writing is a perfect
opportunity to spend time with a favorite feline, as long as you don’t plan on
moving too much.)
So even now I am being distracted from my stories. Blogs,
announcements, posts, event pages, not to mention the daily living stuff like vacuuming
and feeding the cats. All important, all reaching out to me like needy children
vying for attention.
“Yes, kiddies, “ I say to the chorus of demanding cries. “All
will be done in its own time.”
I press save,
exit the program, turn away from the computer, and—tea in hand—move to my internet-less
laptop which is where the stories happen.
The cat follows me, curling up for a quiet nap.
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Happy reading!
