On my mid-week check-in, when I posted my long list of accomplishments, I included that my publisher, Life Sentence Publishing, is going to publish my next book. As I finished my conversation with him on Wednesday, he asked, "Now, the manuscript you emailed us is ready to go to our editors? Or do you want to go through it one more time?"
Those are horrible words to hear. "One more time". I have gone through this thing one hundred times! No, I don't want to read it again. Which is not what I said to my publisher. Instead I said, "Give me til Friday to reread it one more time." Arrghh! So that's what I did Thursday night and most of the day Friday.
In between all of that (and don't forget the day job. I am supposed to be off on Fridays, but had to go in for a seven a.m. meeting.), I was also preparing for the presentation I that I gave today at a local library with two other area writers.
The talk went fine. I was a little disappointed in the turnout. We advertised everywhere, like crazy. I thought that from the start a Sunday afternoon in Wisconsin in September - or any Sunday from now until January - was going to be a poor choice of dates, because everybody around here seems to think they have to watch da Packers. And even though they didn't play until 3:30 today, and our talk started at 1:00, I just wonder if that had anything to do with it.
But I didn't pick the time, date or place. I was along for the ride, so don't want to criticize. Like I already said, it was a good day. The other two authors gave great presentations on their books, we had lots of good snacks to eat and I got to visit with a few people I haven't seen in a while.
Talking with my hands. It's kind of what I do.
I don't know what I am saying to the red hat lady, but my left hand seems to be saying a lot.
Should I use this on a poster with the caption, "Buy my book or else"?