I’ve passed an awful lot of milestones in the past few weeks. My two-hundredth post. My second anniversary on WordPress. The anniversary of the day my marriage ended.
Oh, and I published my second book.
First things first. I started blogging because I wanted to get into the habit of writing on a regular basis. I wanted to stretch my writing muscles, so to speak. Treat myself as a professional so that others would do the same. I promised myself it wouldn’t become a Writing Blog, because only other writers read Writing Blogs, and other writers aren’t my target audience.
That went out the window pretty quickly. Although this still isn’t truly a writing blog, and I write about a variety of subjects other than writing, I have to say that I like other writers. They encourage me. They build me up. They push me when I need a push and offer words of sympathy when I’ve been pushed too hard. In short, they know what I’m going through. Either that, or they know they will someday go through what I’m going through, and that scares the hell out of them.
I’ve gotten a little cocky about my blog. I’ll admit it; sometimes I can get pretty full of myself. Sorry about that. There’s something intoxicating about gaining followers and getting “likes” or even comments from people I don’t know. The first time I saw one of my blog posts shared on the Facebook page of someone I’d never met, I very nearly peed myself out of sheer excitement.
Well, that’s not saying much, actually. I’m a middle-aged woman who gave birth to three 10-pound children. I pee myself over just about anything at this point.
At any rate, I can’t believe I have stuck with this for two whole years or that I’ve managed to write two hundred posts. And even more than that, I can’t believe people have actually read those two hundred posts!
If I’m going to be perfectly honest with myself, I know that about 20% of my blog’s followers are spammers. Either that or my blog is really popular in Indonesia.
My friends, neighbors, and family make comments about my blog, wondering if they are going to show up in it. When I recently mentioned my daughter’s boyfriend, I overheard her telling him that he would soon have a nickname on the blog as well (I’m thinking about Prince Charming, but still working on it). When the local librarian asks me to speak at an author’s night, or the grocery store clerk calls out across the store that she loved my book, I start to think of myself as a celebrity. I start strutting.
Believe me, you haven’t seen anything until you’ve seen a short, fat woman with a crooked neck strut. It is truly a sight to behold.
Then it becomes a sight one tries desperately to forget.
Then there’s the whole divorce thing. He’s a good man, I don’t hate him, and we are both different people than we were one year ago. It’s been an awful year and a great year, and that’s all I’m going to say about that.
Of course, now I have to think about dating. Then I have to think about the whole short, fat, crooked neck strutting business again, and I get so nervous and excited that I have to pee, so I don’t think I’m ready to worry about dating just yet. Honestly, I’m not sure my bladder is up to the challenge.
And I wrote another book.
That’s huge. I’m so damned excited I think I could just – oh, never mind.
Two years ago, I wasn’t sure if I was ever going to finish my first book. I didn’t know then that I was going to take a shot at self-publishing or turn my little book into a series. I had no idea I was going to learn as much as I have learned.
Now for the “sort of” part.
I put His Heart Aflame up as a pre-order through Amazon and Draft2Digital. What that means is that I am very happy with it just as it is BUT . . . .I want to give myself a little wiggle room for proofreading and editing before I actually publish it. I have until midnight on December 9 to upload any last-minute changes. After that, it is out of my hands until December 20, when it will be released for Kindle, Nook, Kobo, iBooks, and more.
As I go back over it, I keep finding little things to fix. Like the fact that I kept writing “four-poster be” instead of “four-poster bed.” Every single time. I don’t know why, but at least I’m consistent.
Or the fact that I decided that Ethan, from Her House Divided, needs to be more involved with this book. And I can’t believe I never mentioned the nosy, busybody Hyde sisters! Oh, no, no – characters that are that much fun simply must make an appearance, no matter how brief.
And when I’m done, really really done with it, it will be time to start Book #3 in my Beach Haven series.
Right after I take a pee break.