A Time to Die, A Time to Live, A Time to Reap, The Next 1000 Miles

Balance

As much as I try to stay to a certain day a week to post, I will inevitably have one or two of “these” weeks. Going from so much involvement and interaction with my cover reveal last week, wrapping up two giveaways from Goodreads and getting an updated proofing of my book had me going every direction, with no clear intent mind you.

Planning, as boring as it sounds, is necessary. Knowing when, how, where, and most importantly WHY an author does something is really the cornerstone to moving forward. My lack of planning has been rectified by great friends, family and fellow authors willing to pitch in before I tumble over a cliff.

For anyone not on the Internet last week, here’s a quick shot of the next cover:

A Time to Die

I know what you’re thinking…

Annnnd, you’re right. Thank you…or you’re welcome. Both.

After the week started winding down, I found myself trying not to seek your attention without a real purpose. I love sharing and chatting and liking all the things you do, but I’ll still try to limit myself to a couple posts a week, a few random pics and all the updates on the new book as possible. Otherwise…

…itchies start setting in.

For anyone still reading and interested in stats, I had 1,626 people register to win A Time to Reap and 743 register for A Time to Live. That’s over 2,000 entries!! I was sitting back like…

So, if I see you out there, don’t be alarmed if you get an attack hug.

If you are reading this and want a copy of your very own, there are links on the titles above in two different formats, Kindle and Paperback! Until next time, peeps!


 

The Next 1000 Miles

What Am I Doing?

Over the summer, I have been attempting to find my way (author-wise) and in the midst of doing so I realized something. I can be better. Falling back on the notion of “why does nobody like my book?” first has me over-analyzing my abilities. And anyone who knows me is fully aware of my pension toward self-deprecation. Well, as a method to improve, I’ve come to the hard conclusion to truly take a look at myself.

For all the good things I’m capable of accomplishing, I get hung up on the little things no one else could possibly see and if affects my everything as a writer. I see people who have lots of fans, lots of books, opportunities opening up for them and, truthfully, I get jealous. Then I have to actually look at why. Long story short, I’ve been lazy. Those people we see and love following the careers of aren’t busy moping and whining and begging. They’re hustling and trying and having fun with the experience. Me, I’ve been rushing to popularity for no real good reason. Because I thought a good story equaled recognition.

After today, I fully plan on enjoying this part of my life. No expectations and no excuses. No more waiting for something good to come to me. I have to work for the goals I want, we all do. And the more and more I approach it with half-hearted effort and expecting it to come to me, well, that’s about the same thought as throwing a ball into the forest and complaining when it doesn’t roll back.

There’s a reason they call it chasing your dreams. Now, if you’re like me, get off your ass and start running.