This past Saturday, my first book, Our Monsters Are Real: The Pig Man, was published by a small press company one year ago. I wrote a post on Facebook about it being badly written, but still having a warm place in my heart.
Both are true. And to be honest, I think the story kicks ass. Give me that story now, and I would be able to execute it better. But that's how it should be right? Especially for young authors. It never gets easier, but it does get easier, the more you do it, just in a different way. You're a year wiser and yet never enough years near where you want to be.
Shifting out of first and straight into fifth gear, the second draft of my next book, A Looking In View, is almost halfway finished. Deadline is April 29 for pre-sale on Amazon. I've sent the book blurb and the genre and title over to book cover artist Michelle Arzu this morning so she can get crackin' on a kickass cover.
I've given myself plenty of time to complete this book and have a deadline (that I set myself) and I already have a marketing plan in place that's paid for so I can't turn back now. I like it. It urges me to skip the crossword and get right into the stories, which is what should happen but doesn't always happen.
I had the Philly Cheesesteak Pizza from Domino's tonight and it was damn impressive. You know what else is impressive? That viral video of Annie Lennox and David Bowie singing "Pressure" during rehearsal. Bowie looks so damn cool with the top four or five buttons on his shirt unbuttoned and a cigarette in his hand.
That's it for this week. Be good. Stay sane.
Listening To: Hell or High Water Soundtrack and whatever plays after it on Spotify.
Watching: Hap and Leonard
Reading: Chills by Mary SanGiovanni