Breathing Easier (Inaugural Edition)

 As dramatic and cliche as it sounds, I feel like I’ve awakened from a nightmare.

My vision seems clearer. My shoulders seem straighter and all I can do is marvel in the sense of relief I feel. I no longer feel like I’ve been marinated in hatred. I feel safe to cry.

And I’m white. I’m educated. I personally didn’t have as much to risk under Trump. I can try to imagine how black, Latino, LGBTQ people felt under Trump, but I suspect my imagination is rather inadequate. I suspect they don’t feel as sanguine as I do over this new president, because they’ve suffered from too many broken promises in this country. A cautious “wait and see”, perhaps.

Time will tell whether Biden is merely “Better than Trump” (a low bar to surpass) or a truly good president. But for now, I’ll breathe easier.

Deep Breath

 


This whole publishing thing is unnerving me.

I’m currently in the stage where I have ARC reviewers with a review copy in their hands and they’ll come back and review for me on Amazon.  I’m petrified. Of course, I want honest reviews, but I want honest GOOD reviews. Don’t we all? 

I’m trying to figure out what to do for a virtual book-signing party. Especially the book signing. 

I find myself getting weepy and on edge. I have been blessed with what is in effect a four-day weekend so my weepiness doesn’t get in the way of my job. 

Damn it, this is supposed to be fun!

So, let me remember that. This is supposed to be fun. This is an accomplishment I didn’t think would happen — both in terms of being published at all and in terms of making self-publishing work. 

Deep breath.