Who knew: you write a book and life spins out of control? I always imagined that I would write a book, be an instant success and have nothing but time on my hands for writing more books. Ahhh, those fairy tale dreams of a little girl...it seems so long ago. I was so naive.
As it turns out, you write a book and all hell breaks loose. I am Dorothy spinning in a cyclone of paper, appliances, rooftops and yes, large mammals heading forever upward in a breeze that not only dishevels the hair (as is evidenced by my TV interview) but the brain as well.
I have wonderful friends and acquaintences with all sorts of tips and advice on how to make the book, and my name, a bigger success. The problem is, I don't seem to have enough hours in a day to sort them out and get down to them. Can anyone say, dust wooly mammoths? Mount Laundry-more? Empy pantry-itis?
I know I shouldn't complain. I've accomplished several life dreams: I have a book in publication, I've been on the radio and TV. But it's like giving birth, this book o' mine. Once it's technically done, the work has just begun. Now I have to nurture it and raise it right so that it can be independent and successful and able to stand on its own long after I'm gone -which may be sooner than I thought if the tornado doesn't spit me out soon!
So, I'm on the hunt for that oh-so perfect publicist. You know, the one who will say, "Jenn, I love, love, LOVE your book! I will promote it endlessly, you just sit back and write your blog, your column and your next book (and do your laundry, floors and grocery shopping) while I shout about it from the top of every American rooftop!"
Don't mock me - I know he or she is out there....somewhere. Perhaps hiding in the shadows with my oh-so perfect agent and publisher. In the meantime though, I don't mean to neglect my blog, it's just so hard to reach the keyboard from this whirling dervish....I think I just saw Toto fly by!
It's All Fun and Games Until Sombody Lets the Cattle Out
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We survived Snowmaggedon. But now that the forty-five inches of white stuff
we got are melting, and Tug, our Golden, is anything but, I almost miss it.
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