Book Cover Brain-Chaos

Okay, one thing that’s come to light is that had my manuscript sold to a Big 5 publisher, I would be FREAKING out right now. One day I’m fully confident in X (the writing, the story, whatever) and the next day I’m like, “This book is unpublishable! I’ll be humiliated!” The stakes would be much higher, a question of panic not confidence, if I were with a bigger press. But here, with my small publisher, I’m able to collaborate, to talk it out with my editor and get it just right.

The process is very slow. Verrrrrrry slow.

We’re still locking down the final draft and still without launch date. I’ve been obsessed with the cover, trying to render the images I see in my mind so that I may share them with the book designer; not having a cover is what’s holding this whole thing up. It’s maddening. I made a video of what my brain-chaos looks like these days. It was like a fever I needed to get it out of my system. I actually love making videos. It feels fantastic, art meets energy. Most importantly, it got me in the ballpark of what I want for the cover. Yay for that.

But I can’t help but wonder who, if any, my readers will be. The books I love are quirky and dark, never mainstream, never resulting in the magnetic conversations I long to have about them. Me, alone on Weird-Girl-Turned-Mom-Turned-Older-Woman Island. Me, watching time slip-slip-slipping away.

Hey, if you’re reading this, would you mind dropping a comment or saying hello via Contact/Hit Me Up on my main menu. First off, it’ll test the messaging feature for this website. Secondly, it’d be cool to know who you are, if you are. I see the number of visitors and their countries of origin, but nothing more. Who are you? How did you get here?

Thank you for stopping by. xo

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