Welcome to the dark recesses of my mind. Be forewarned, it's not a pretty sight. Here goes...
My book comes out in February and I'm going nuts. Is my marketing strategy enough? To hell with that, what about these interview questions...I can't get past the tell us a bit about yourself part. I don't know. I haven't really given much thought about me. I breathe therefore I exist. No. Not good enough. I'm suppose to be funny and interesting and nice and knowledgeable and professional and ... Okay, let's try the next question. Tell us about your book? Huh, Wha-my book? What the heck is my book about, again?
That doesn't even touch the tip of the sliding avalanche about to crush me.
The R word. And I'm not talking about Rejection. At least rejection in the querying stage is private. It stings. Yes. I survived. What I'm talking about is the dreaded Reviews. Sending your stuff out to into the public eye where everyone will see it. Out there. Exposed.
The unknown is killing me. I'm excited, nervous, sick, scared, happy, sick some more...I can't keep up with my spiraling emotional roller coaster.
And among all that chaos I still find words that inspire.
From Zen in the Art of Writing by Ray Bradbury...
Yell. Jump. Play. Out-run those sons-of-bitches. They'll never live the way you live. So do it.
Except I never used the S.O.B. words. They were not allowed. Heck! was about the size and strength of my outcry. Stay alive!
So I collected comics, fell in love with carnivals and World's Fairs and began to write. And what, you ask, does writing teach us?
First and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right. We must earn life once it has been awarded us. Life asks for rewards back because it has favored us with animation.
So while our art cannot, as we wish it could, save us from wars, privation, envy, greed, old age, or death, it can revitalize us amidst it all.
So, on with it. Out-run those...okay, you get the point. Stop the nagging and get back to work. =)