You’re about to see this writer engage in some inappropriate use of metaphor.
During my recent virtual book tour, I was so preoccupied with keeping track of the reviews, I didn’t get any work done on my WIPs. I’m not proud of this state of affairs, and I was hoping to get back to work now that the tour is finished.
Yeah, about that? Not so fast.
Charlinder’s Walk is the Book That Will Not Let Me Rest. I am heading into a new, much more all-encompassing, Authoring Situation. Don’t worry, it’s nowhere near as embarrassing as the Authoring Situation that happened several months ago, but my to-do list is impressive and far-reaching. It’s not that Charlinder isn’t a good boy; he has behaved himself very nicely, but Mommy (*points to self*) needs to get her butt in gear. She needs to take Char to get his braces off, buy him some back-to-school clothes, enroll him in the right classes, introduce him to the guidance counselors…and I’m not talking about a 10-year-old schoolboy, I’m talking about a 20-year-old teacher at the center of a book which is very much for adults. I keep thinking he’s all squared away, and then I find out no, his needs are not being met, and I need to drop everything and take care of my good boy, or else he’ll reflect very poorly on his Mommy I mean author.
I’m hoping to learn from all these mistakes I’m making with him so that I won’t repeat them with my later children. All the same, it would be nice if I could get a chance to show them the attention they deserve. Pauline in User Assembly is Required isn’t going anywhere, I achieved a major binge with Claudia, Nadia and Tasha in Fait Accompli a couple months ago, while Meliana, Miranda and Scanlon are waiting very patiently in Book 4, but all the same, it would be nice to get back to them. It would be nice to know, for a change, that Charlinder will be okay while I let him do his own thing.
However, I am still learning this self-publishing business, I don’t seem to be yet finished making mistakes, and I’m the only one who can fix them, so: an unhealthy slew of late nights is in my immediate future. Caffeine abuse is likely, and while my apartment is thankfully a booze-free zone at the moment, it will take only moderate effort to visit the liquor store, and then drunkenness will happen in Chez Monster. I’m gonna do right by my boy even if it takes ten years off my life expectancy.
