Yesterday I took a five-hour drive, stopping at twelve places to see about donating or selling my middle grade book, THE TOWN THAT DISAPPEARED. Ninety-two miles in eighty-six degree heat. (Giving thanks for air-conditioned vehicles. Wouldn’t have been that way last summer.) The result: 3 books left on consignment and 7 given to libraries.
The sad news part of yesterday’s trip was going to three indi bookstores which had closed down. The great news from yesterday — and my last stop to make me float home — was a librarian who told me that they already had a copy of my book and the boys were reading it and circulating it all summer. I still left her a donated copy because I told her that was my plan. They’re going to use it as a raffle later this year. Libraries and librarians are so awesome.
Came home to work on the formating the text of a middle grade fantasy I hope to publish soon. And still on chapter fourteen on my Great Lakes sea adventure.
Note to self: Learn to separate marketing days from writing days. Perhaps the left brain can have the left side of the week and right brain can have the right side of the week. (But only my right brain knows what I’m talking about.)
Keep on writing!
Looking forward to reading more of you!
I’ve found that if I garden in the morning when it’s cool, and write in the afternoon, I’m too exhausted to write anything worthwhile.