I haven't done any promotion for it, other than adding a signature block to my emails, getting my family, friends, and critique group to "tag" it on Amazon (a mysterious process that I don't know very much about but which I've been told is Very Important) and putting together a basket for the big raffle at my local RWA chapter's annual retreat.
Our retreat was this weekend and again, I'm not sure I have the words to describe what it did for me. Not a great thing for a writer to admit to, but there you have it.
If you read between the lines of this blog--or just peek under the pretty pretty cover of my recent actions--you know that I've been an aspiring author for a long time now and have lately been foundering in the Shallows of Disappointment. I have eaten of the Cake of Unfulfilled Dreams. It was thin and bitter and I lost the taste for trying.
But this weekend washed that bitterness out of my mouth. The words of the speakers and the company of my friends reminded me what I'm here for. My dream is to see my writing published. And that dream isn't dead or done until I am. I may be among the rocks right now, but all I have to do is turn around, dive in, and get back out there.
Carol, if you see this, thank you for being so happy to win my basket. You made my day!
And now, thanks to my time at the retreat, I have thoughts and plans and more hope than I've had in a long, long time.
I'm not ready to get out of the water yet.
I'm still swimming . . .