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Hey Smiley & JustBishop! Nice to "see" you again.
How have I been? Well...weird. I think i told you guys my first book got accepted by a good e-publisher a week ago and I've been overwhelmed with good intent and lots of advice and surreal excitement and...total freak-show, boot-shakin' FEAR! The feeling doesn't hold a candle to the ...um...(unspeakable horror) films I brought up last week. I know that shouldn't be the case for me. I live in Kansas. Kansas is where men are men and cows are cows and men wear mullets and so do the cows at certain genetic dairy farms, and mulleted men eat cows and know they're mulleted, while doing it and loving it. Or something.
I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. But...I've found a great mentor (well, she found me), already have a good relationship with an editor (actually I think we sorta' found each other). It's just very strange. And the weirdest thing? I have no desire to write right now. ANd I know, right? It's my passion (other than...GASP...horror films)...but, right now, the entire promotion aspect, the new friends, the constant need (no...new addiction) to keep up with everyone and everything, bla, bla, bla is TOTALLY FREAKING ME OUT! I've been on a freak-show ride of frettered nerves and a fragile male ego that's teetering on thin ice.
Honestly, I am a little concerned that I don't have the drive nor ability right now to sit down and write. And that's what it's all about.
How have I been? Well...weird. I think i told you guys my first book got accepted by a good e-publisher a week ago and I've been overwhelmed with good intent and lots of advice and surreal excitement and...total freak-show, boot-shakin' FEAR! The feeling doesn't hold a candle to the ...um...(unspeakable horror) films I brought up last week. I know that shouldn't be the case for me. I live in Kansas. Kansas is where men are men and cows are cows and men wear mullets and so do the cows at certain genetic dairy farms, and mulleted men eat cows and know they're mulleted, while doing it and loving it. Or something.
I'm still having a hard time wrapping my head around it. But...I've found a great mentor (well, she found me), already have a good relationship with an editor (actually I think we sorta' found each other). It's just very strange. And the weirdest thing? I have no desire to write right now. ANd I know, right? It's my passion (other than...GASP...horror films)...but, right now, the entire promotion aspect, the new friends, the constant need (no...new addiction) to keep up with everyone and everything, bla, bla, bla is TOTALLY FREAKING ME OUT! I've been on a freak-show ride of frettered nerves and a fragile male ego that's teetering on thin ice.
Honestly, I am a little concerned that I don't have the drive nor ability right now to sit down and write. And that's what it's all about.