I came home from a month long trip last fall, on fire. I knew what I was going to spend the next eight months doing. I just wasn’t sure how I was going to do it.
I knew I wanted to rewrite/heavily edit all six of my books to fit a grand vision. I wanted better titles, more marketable covers, less typos, more action and more sensitivity. Chapters had to be shorter, dialog snappier, and everything more pithy. Less Michener. More poet. Where to start?
I drew on my experiences in management in a former life to chart a course, knowing I would have to motivate and direct the most challenging human I’ve ever had to deal with — me.
I do like to make color-coded spreadsheets, so I let myself go wild. It didn’t look too bad. I can do this.
Now that I’m about half-way through this, it’s time to ask. How’s it going?
Well….. Book one is out there and I’m happy with it, but I don’t have nearly enough time to advertise or promote it. It has a review tour going which I should be putting more energy into, and I just printed out a large-type copy for my narrator who has finished a chapter of my first ever audio book and is ready for more. The sound guy will have that chapter back to us for review this week. Yikes.
Book two is out there and I’m happy with it, but I’m struggling to even get basics done like make request reviews and order hard copies for myself.
Book three comes out in two weeks. It’s still with my final proofreader and that’s making me nervous. I don’t have the paperback cover yet because I ran so late in getting the text for the back cover to my designers. Argghhh.
Book four is on hold, having been edited. It’s ready for my final read through which I was supposed to be starting next week but there is just no way.
Book five is being edited now, and the new cover is in progress. Been through two iterations on the cover and it’s looking good. Will get what is hopefully the final version on Wednesday.
I’m not even thinking about book six.
Honestly, this is all too much to hold in my head at once. I keep checking my spreadsheet thinking I’m forgetting some essential component somewhere. There’s got to be something I’m forgetting.
Sleep? Food? Wait. In the process of trying to juggle everything, I think I’m forgetting to enjoy this.