I’ve spent the first couple of months of 2017 doing what
matters, and asking myself—why is it that anything that matters to me is so
much work?
I may have learned a thing or two since my first book was
published. I’m pretty sure the guy I hired to help update and format the Tickles Tabitha book wishes I were still
clueless. I feel as if I’ve nitpicked him
to death.
You’d never guess it by the number—or rather the lack—of
blogs I’ve posted, but I’ve spent the last month on writing projects. I can tell because my clothes fit
snugger. I can’t write without chocolate
and coffee.
The projects I’ve been working on pertain to cancer
awareness and nuclear literacy. One day
soon I hope to share them, but until then here’s a look behind the scenes at
the sweet life of a writer and some of its technical aspects. (The reasons I need coffee and chocolate.)
The author’s desk: Coffee table where I really work:
Reality: Author Pic:
Since relocating from North Carolina to Tennessee via a
detour in Alabama, I have neglected certain aspects of my writing career.
2017 Goals:
- Format Tickles Tabitha'sCancer-tankerous Mommy for POD.
- Format both Tickles Tabitha and Nuclear Power: How aNuclear Power Plant Really Works! for Kindle.
I spent last year transferring my website to a new server.
Living off-the-grid without an internet connection in Tennessee does not make
these projects easy, or my Verizon bill cheap.
In 2001, when Tickles
Tabitha’s Cancer-tankerous Mommy was first launched, Kindle, Publish on
Demand (POD) and social media as we know it did not exist. It wasn’t until 2014
that Amazon invited authors to publish children’s picture books on Kindle.
I may have learned a thing or two since my first book was
published. I’m pretty sure the guy I hired to help update and format the Tickles Tabitha book wishes I were still
clueless. I feel as if I’ve nitpicked him
to death.
My real goal is to have it all automated, so I can concentrate on other things. Like watching the contractors working on the house… in case I have to dial 911.
Seriously,
working on the side of a mountain is not for wussies. Our Tennessee home is finished, but the
outdoors is a work-in-progress.
It ain’t
easy gazing into a computer screen when I could be looking at this:
