It’s been an incredibly stressful couple of weeks; hence the lack of posting and updates. Mostly, I’ve been working or tidying or just stressing out. In fact, I’ve had maybe a couple of small meltdowns at home over the past fortnight.
And for this, I apologise to my darling Bear for putting up with me. I don’t mean to get so worked up or become so tense.
There have been a few instances of raised voices, crying & then just hiding in bed. I’m kind of embarrassed about them, but, as some of you may know, writing things out in this blog can be a stress reliever and that’s why I’m quietly exploring them here.
Continue reading “Stress, Cameras, Drawers, & Time Out”
As I mentioned the previous week, I seem to have had an amazing response to Forgiving Zander’s release. I’m still not sure how exactly I achieved it, nor how I managed 15 book sales in one month, but I am very grateful to my lovely readers.
So if you did purchase either Breaking Cadence or Forgiving Zander, I would really like to know what it was that made you even click through to look at it? Please do comment below this post with your answers. I’d really like to know exactly what it was that I did right.
A great majority of my sales were through Amazon, too. And I’m wondering if the review that was posted so quickly (& which was gratefully received) was partly what helped with the launch.
Continue reading “Sequels, Cameras, Hearts, & Words”
I’m not endeavouring to be a copycat, but the awesome Icy Sedgwick recently wrote a post entitled ‘What Do I See In The Mirror?’ in response to another blogger. I thought I would write one too as Icy’s post was so brilliant when I read it. And, after all, she did leave it with these fateful questions:
How about you? What do you see in the mirror?
So this is me. On a good day, anyway.
Continue reading “Through The Looking Glass”
This is what the lady on the phone asked me last night when trying to direct me to the right service because my tooth has broken and I was crying and twisting my hands into knots because that’s what I do when I panic. The tooth is still broken, by the way, but I’ll get to that in a minute.
Dentists scare me.
I’m not really good at the whole being touched by anybody (physically) thing and somebody poking around in my mouth while I force myself to lie prone on a chair that’s tipped back, feeling every vibration and scrape as they probe my teeth and gums whilst leaning over me and therefore blocking my escape… Well, that just absolutely terrifies me in the most irrational way possible.
Continue reading ““Are You Sure I Can’t Help You With The Anxiety?””