I got to the writing cabin early this morning. So early, Lisa was still recharging her batteries.
I wasted no time heading for my office, but Lisa intercepted me at my computer, at least her voice did.
“I need another hour of juice.” Her voice came from the speakers. “I’ve never seen you so early before. I sent a command to the coffee pot to start brewing, but you’ll have to give it twelve minutes and eighteen seconds to brew.”
Doubt, the raven, watched me with his malignant gaze. He spread his ebony wings and glided over to the desk.
I loaded my manuscript, chose some keywords, added a cover.
“Blork, pik, pik.”
I think that means how much I suck, but could not be dissuaded.
I winged it when it came to the blurb. I always do this, and really should spend a month getting it just right. For some reason, it always feels more genuine to write it on the fly.
“Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha, ha.”
“Shut up, you stupid bird. Don’t you need to go outside and cruise for roadkill?”
Doubt paced back and forth on my desk. He swept his head from side to side, as if to say, “No, no, no.”
It didn’t matter. I uploaded the damned book. Then the waiting began. Amazon can take up to three days to approve a new book. I checked email. Nothing.
The beeper on the coffee pot went off, so I helped myself. Then checked email.
A couple of webcomics published new pages, so I read those. Then checked email.
Lisa Burton Radio. Checked email.
A new critique submission ate up a couple of hours. Checked email between each chapter.
Chatted with Story Empire compatriots. Checked email.
Lisa showed up. She looked fabulous in her oversized New Year’s sweatshirt and black tights. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Just checking email.”
“There’s an Indiana Jones film festival on. Maybe you should check it out.”
“Right after I check my email.”
She grabbed me by the arm, then walked me to the couch. She’s connected to the entire house, and the television came on without a glance. “… Goose-stepping morons like yourselves should try reading books, instead of burning them…”
“I’d better check my email.”
“Relax. It will all happen in time.” She went to tend her pet rabbit.
I pulled my hidden phone from my pocket and checked email.
It went like that pretty much all day. I exchanged a few notes about the critique, then went back to chatting with the Story Empire crowd. One of them told me they just bought my book. “ACK!!!” I still didn’t have an email.
I got the link from her, then created an Amazon global link. I did a long-planned facelift on my blog. It looks so great. Sean Harrington did an update on my banner image to keep it in theme with the new book.
Still no email from Amazon. When I dug deeper, it was in my junk folder. WHAT??? Nothing really ever goes in my junk folder, so I never thought about it, but there it was.
So (Composing myself), Lanternfish is a book. I made a new graphic for the sidebar, and you can pick up your copy by clicking on the cover. I sent out a couple of blog tour inquiries, and need to get started sending out the pre-written posts. They’re all unique, so my followers can get updated stuff at each stop. I have more people to contact, but none of this happens until Amazon sends the email.
Of course, I have to go back to work tomorrow. That puts a damper on some of this. I’m sorely tempted to take tomorrow off now. Goodreads, BookBub, and a bunch of other places need updates now.
Lanternfish is the book I wrote about all summer. It’s the one with root monsters, giant jellyfish, moving reef, and more. If pirate fantasy is your thing, I’d like to draw your attention to this one.
I have some fun posters Lisa made to help promote with, and can’t wait to share them.