If I don’t promote myself, who will? That’s the introductory line of my last post on promotion, and a lesson I’m still learning. Eventually I’ll have learned enough about promotion, marketing, branding, and everything else that I’ll be able to teach a course. Maybe someday . . . But today, I have a fun surprise…

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Never in a million years did I imagine that when I finally published a book, my launch would be virtual. But in the end, I’m glad it was. People from different parts of my life gathered to help me celebrate my accomplishment, and many of these folks would not have been able to attend a…

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I’ve spent the better part of this year promoting others. Which is hard, people. It takes time and energy I barely have, and most of the time, people say thank you but don’t reciprocate. Now that’s not why I promote other people—to get them to promote my own things. I help them out because that’s…

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When the author copies of Rewrite the Stars arrived, I was excited. But somehow, this whole journey to book publication hasn’t quite sunk in. My book will be out there! For people to purchase and read! How nerve wracking is that? Very. Let me tell you. Anyway, I’d love for you to join me as…

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If I don’t promote myself, who will? That’s the lesson I’m learning. Hence, my decision to post this little plug for the Five Minute Reads event that will be broadcast next week on Facebook live. Date and time for the event? February 27, 8 p.m. EST. Come join me and three other authors as we…

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She thinks the hard part is over. She’s written the manuscript. She’s done the homework. She’s sent the queries, imploring someone—anyone?—to take her work on. She’s learned to handle rejection and the constant nagging that her email folder labeled Rejections is teetering on the brink of no storage. She’s chipped away at her self-confidence, and…

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This year hasn’t been easy for anyone. (That’s probably a gross understatement, of course.) And I think the stress of this year, whether overt or subtle, has gotten to me in ways I didn’t expect. Because today, as I sit at my computer and think about all the things I might want, or need, the…

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My nightmares usually involve something chaotic: fog that splinters into a million pieces, cylinders that appear at random intervals, imposing pine trees with branches that aim to mutilate, shots of color that seem to cover everything. I’m not sure where the dreams originate, and I don’t have them too often, but when I do, I…

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A day ago, an acquaintance asked on social media how everyone was doing. I rarely spill much on social media, but I hadn’t seen this person in about eighteen years, and she was seriously asking how her people were doing. In addition, I figured it was time for another check-in. Back in April, at the…

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Father’s Day. 2012. A trip to the grocery store. Me. The man behind me in line. He and I spoke for two minutes before I left the store, headed to my car, and drove away. I thought about that innocent conversation for the time it took to drive home. And then, before I could even…

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