Last night I had one of those moments where I realized I was in the middle of a dream. The best thing was, I wasn’t asleep. I was working.
I did my first interview as a writer last night. The lovely Kristen from the Pretty Little Pages blog sent me a list of questions about me and my book and I got to spend a few hours crafting my answers. It was a blast. I had to consult with two of my best friends on a dream cast if (when?) my book is made into a movie. I can’t imagine any “job” where you could have more fun at work than that. **The interview will be on the blog on June 2nd – but I’ll put notices all over FB and Twitter.
I also created a rafflecopter for another blog review that will happen on June 1st on the Bookish Babe website. The reviewer, Andrea, is one of the incredible people I have met on my chaotic journey into self-publishing. I follow her on Twitter and enjoy not only her reviews, but her tweets about her life in general.
The last thing I did before bed was reply to an email from Alex Stargazer. He’s also a new self-published author and we met through our mutual cover designer, Deranged Doctor Designs. Alex and I have formed our own indie writers gang (we’re working on a gang sign) where we help each other through the maze of marketing, publicity, and now piracy. (He let me know his e-book was pirated – boo hiss. Torrenting is stealing!) But with each other our offices of one have expanded and we will recruit other authors into our gang in the future. (With some kind of bad ass initiation, I’m sure).
Somewhere in the middle of all this I realized that I was living a life that I had only dreamed about at one point in time. I’m in my dream … and it rocks! I’m doing work that is so incredibly fun, it doesn’t feel like work. I’m connecting with people through my writing and that is a high that I can’t even begin to describe. For me, that’s what keeps me writing, pushing past stuck spots and working to create the best story and characters I can.
I’m not writing today, but not because I’ve given up. I actually had a great day of writing yesterday. I’ve got a lot of errands to run on a BEAUTIFUL Friday, but one is getting an hour and 1/2 massage, a birthday gift from my husband.
At one point in time I dreamed of this; being a writer, getting good reviews, connecting with readers. I’m sure I was sitting in a cubicle somewhere thinking that it was a nice dream, but unlikely to come true. But now that I’m in it, I can say it feels even better than I imagined.