This publishing business is a whirl of maddening “do this” and “don’t do that” nonsense. And part of me wants to print out a list of the “to do’s” and check them off one by one. Everyday. Twice a day, if I have to.
But part of me is…wanting to get on with it. Back to writing. Back to doing the work with the words.
I WISH that my story becomes a hit! I wish that someone reads it and says, “Huh, that story about the stripper and the old guy wasn’t what I was expecting at all! And it was still really entertaining! I’m going to recommend this to my friends!” And they do! Hooray! Readers!
Ahem.
So, now that the wishing is done and sent into this electronic ether along with my story, I am content to let them go. Baby birds from the nest! Baby turtles to the sea!
Oh, who am I kidding? I will, without a doubt, check in on my story at least daily and send up wishes like confetti while I am taking a “stretch break” from writing the next thing. I can *say* I don’t care about my Amazon sales rank, but that would be a pitiful lie. Pitiful indeed.
So, I cannot promise that I will stop trying to plug my story when the irresistible urge arises, but I’m going to try. Scout’s honor.
Write Under Your Nose 