The more I read about self-publishing and marketing a self-published book, the more woefully unprepared I feel. I wonder if I did everything all wrong up until now, but then I think that I don’t even know what the right way is. Then it doesn’t matter, because my book is written and published and I’ve even sold a few copies. Little too late to turn back now, right?
Not that I would want to turn back. I like my book and I love the ideas I have for the sequel (currently in the works!). What I hate the most is my being generally clueless and very introverted (meaning, terrified to contact people about reviews or selling my book). I wish I had the money to hire someone to be my sales rep.
Part of the causes of my stress is that I have had a lot going on recently. A few weeks after my book came out, I took my planned road trip as a vacation from it. Unfortunately, once I got home, it was very difficult for me to get out of the vacation-from-my-book mindset. Then I had a hodgepodge of spiritual and emotional stuff going on in my head that led me to keep to myself a lot, not doing much besides working at my day job, cruising obsessively on Tumblr, and posting Avengers references on Facebook. Oh, and watching Gilmore Girls because I ordered the full series in a moment of obvious insanity.
Things are better now—I’m going out and doing things with people, I’m making new friends, I went to Ann Arbor last weekend and spent some quality time screaming Sherlock quotes with Joy and Kate. I think Kara and I are very nearly decided for sure to go to England next spring. I went to my mom’s birthday party last week and sold 5 copies of my book. I was excited about that. Unfortunately, two people at this party also asked me if I’m married yet.
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There have also been many spiritual issues I’ve had to think about and pray about and read about and address. God’s working on it, I’m working on it, it’ll be OK. Inside and out, I’m going through changes—I even got a haircut this week. So basically, things are good, but it’s getting overwhelming. I’m not sure where to turn or what to do next or how to figure out everything that’s going on in my life. I just need to remember to do a little bit at a time, and if I do even a little bit every day, it’s better than nothing, and that’s nothing to be ashamed of.