Right now, like most of the time, I’m anxious. I push myself ahead and at the same time I resist change. It’s my paradox. I do what I don’t want to do because I know it’s the right thing to do: a lot of “do’s.” I put a book out and now is the time to market it. Part of me wishes I never published at all. (Good thing I’m not holding my magic snow globe, The Santa Clause Three, The Escape Clause (2006)). Every time I take a new step promoting myself, I get more anxious. I don’t know if success will help or worsen the anxiety. One may say, don’t do it if it makes me so nervous. That’s the rub. Part of me knows I must march forward. My father became an anonymous hermit; I don’t want to go that path, so I march forward with my heart in my stomach until I get use to mingling with the world. My father’s ghost keeps my cave warm, just in case.
About Me
Indie author and self taught artist, creating for over fifty years, also a former corporate lawyer and systems manager … and other assorted vocations. Writing is my passion. I just released my first science fiction novel, Escape From Desolation, eBook and paperback. More information at my author page: http://escapefromdesolation.com


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