I’m walking away, I want to throw in the towel, curl up in a corner and cry.
It’s been one of those days that has been absolutely draining. For. Reals. You know it’s bad when even the characters you write are in the back of your head looking on in sympathy.
I’m just so stressed out and there’s no real end in sight for me.
I’m trying to finish one book, launch another one, edit two more, prep for take overs, prep for signing and selling events and I am just plain drowning and need some help. Lucky for me, my street team has stepped up in a big way to try and plug the leaky holes in my ship before it goes down like the Titanic.
They might just be the thing that keeps me going.
I am at the point where I will be glad when this series is over. I mean, its over, I’ve finished writing it, I just mean when it’s all released and done and in reader’s hands… which should be September if I keep releasing every three months like I have been.
I want to go back to when this whole writing thing was fun. When I didn’t have to deal with all of the promotional stuff. Can I do that? Please?