Category: Writing

  • Three Big Things

    meditationrocksAs you may have guessed from my last blog post, I’m once again re-evaluating how I spend my time. It’s a fine-tuning process that I’m sure I’ll be going through for the rest of my life. Time is our most limited and precious commodity, so I’m trying to spend mine wisely. Or at least not stupidly.

    I’ve often said that I feel like I have the time and energy in my life to focus on three big things. I do more than three things during the day, of course, but I can focus on no more than three major tasks to be successful in any one of them. Everything else has to fit around the edges.

    Because my financial situation demands it, one of those big things is my day job.

    Because I am a daughter, sister, aunt, and friend, and I actually need to have clean underwear once in a while, the second of those things consists of family and life responsibilities. Whether it’s taking my elderly mother to the podiatrist, or the cat to the vet, mowing the lawn or roasting a chicken, some things just need to get done.

    Those two things are non-negotiable, and will probably always be in place. If I ever have the ability not to work for someone else, then I will be working for myself, taking care of my own business. And I hope that I will always have family and life responsibilities.

    But the third thing…that’s where I can get confused.

    The third big thing is where I tend to flounder. It doesn’t have the set boundaries or expectations of the other two. I need to make a living. I need to live. Boom. Done. But the third thing…well, the third thing is up to me, and that can be a problem.

    I know, and I’ve known for a long time, that the third big thing in my life has to be writing. I may not always act like I know it, but it’s there. And it’s driven me to write and publish (or try to publish) for a really, really long time now. But sometimes the knowledge gets buried under all of the other things I want to/need to do. I feel the pressure of all the tasks I want to accomplish, and forget that I only have the capacity to focus on three big things. That’s when I stall and stand shivering in a corner, not sure which way to go.

    The point of my Tiny Task Initiative (TTI) was to get moving again. And the good news is, I did. But I moved in too many directions at once. Instead of having a third big thing, I had about six smaller ones, all vying for time and attention. I was taking tiny steps forward, but because my focus was scattered, I didn’t make as much progress as I could have in any one of them.

    So, then. Has the Tiny Task Initiative been a failure?

    No. Absolutely not.

    Identifying areas where I needed to make progress, and then actually working on them, has been very useful. It showed me that taking small steps every day can make an impact.

    That’s awesome. The problem came from assigning all five tiny tasks the same priority. The writing, which is my third big thing, had the same priority as walking or vacuuming or creating a print book. Those things are also important, but they are not my third big thing. And, since it is the nature of the beast that I will take the easiest way out, I would often spend more time on one of the other tasks and set the writing aside, instead of doing it first and fitting the other things around it. I needed to remember that I have three big things, and to find the right balance, at this point in my life, with the other responsibilities I have.

    Using the experience of the last few months, I’ve revised my tiny tasks. This is to better reflect the way I want assign priorities, and to give writing the importance it needs to have.

    Here’s the updated list.  Remember, the objective is to do more than the minimum listed here.  These tasks are just supposed to be the gateway to get me moving.

    15 minutes working on the current project – that’s either writing or editing.

    5 minutes working on either planning fiction, or the next project.  I realized that I hadn’t built in any thinking time to figure out what I want to work on next, brainstorm, that kind of thing. Also, when I’m editing the current project, I want to continue to write.  It keeps the channels open.

    5 minutes working on blog / newsletter / business tasks. This is where prioritization comes in. Before, I had these things equal with the fiction writing. I love doing them, but they can’t be as important. Lumping them all together gives each of them less priority.  For now, this  will include publishing tasks.  I’ve learned that the publishing tends to take on an urgency that makes me forget about the more important task of writing.  At this point in my “career”, publishing is less important than creating products to publish.

    5 minutes yoga and meditation. Don’t get me wrong, I’m certainly no yogini, but calming the body and the mind is essential. I need to be in a good mental space to write.

    The main difference between this list and the last one, is that the tasks are either writing, or supporting the writing. That gives writing it’s place as the third jewel in my crown. Other things still need to be done, and I will have other things vying for my attention, but I’m not going to assign them the spotlight of a tiny task. They will either happen, or they won’t.

    So, there you go. We’ll see how it works out.

    By the way, I hope I’m not boring you jabbering on about this stuff. It’s my hope that seeing me stumble around will give you something to think about in your own journey to wherever it is you need to go. Or at least provide some entertainment.

    A reality show.

    Kind of like Honey Boo-Boo with a keyboard.

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  • What’s In The Center?

    butterfly1When we last left Betsy and the others who live in her mind, they were lounging on a grassy pasture beside a large, placid lake, feeling a distinct lack of motivation. Then the Muse showed up and kicked their butts. Betsy’s companions – Harry, Skipper, Clara, Coffee, and the Blogosphere, have all run off to start doing whatever it is they do. Well, all except the Blogosphere, who has gone off to sulk in another corner of the Internet. But Betsy has stayed behind. She is still sitting in the grass, staring at the lake.

    What in the world is going on now? Let’s see….

     

    *The Muse approaches Betsy* *Blades of grass do not bend under her bare feet as she walks*

    You didn’t go off with the others. *Muse tilts her head* What’s up?

    *Betsy pulls out a blade of grass and spins it between her fingers* *She does not look at the Muse*  Something’s not right.

    Ahhh. You finally noticed. *Muse settles down beside her* Have you figured out what it is?

    *Betsy glances at her, then away* I think so.

    *Muse leans back on her hands* What is it?

    *Betsy turns to face her* I’m trying to do too much, and I’m just treading water, especially with my writing.

    Hmmm. You think?

    Yes. I’ve forgotten about you because I’m trying to do too many other things. Or I’ve pushed you aside. *Betsy looks down* I’m not sure which.

    You’ve still been working, which is something. *Muse looks over at Betsy* But it’s not the work alone that matters, you know. It’s the intention and focus behind the work. You’ve gotten distracted from your main task.

    *Betsy droops* I know. I feel like I’m being pulled in all sorts of different directions.

    *Muse sits up and turns to face Betsy* They are all good directions.

    They are? *Betsy frowns* I’m confused.

    The fact that they’re all good is the biggest problem. You really DO need to do all of them. You need to clean and get the print books set up and get outside and walk and all that.

    Okay. *Betsy thinks* *Shakes head* No, sorry. I still don’t get it. If they’re all good things to do, why do I feel this way?

    *Muse looks at Betsy intensely* They’re good directions, but you’re giving everything an equal priority. You can’t do that. You can’t divide up the center of your life. What’s in the center needs to be the most important thing, and whatever else you do needs to support it. But the center needs to be the focus, and the focus can’t be split.

    *Betsy bites her lip* But my list…

    *Muse leans forward* See, your list is good because it gets you moving. But now it’s become the focus, not what you’re actually doing to get the check-mark on your calendar.

    Are you saying that my list rules me?

    Yes. And you can’t be ruled by a list or a check-mark. You need to be ruled by your center. *taps Betsy on the chest* In here.

    And…you?

    *Muse spreads her arms* You’re a writer. Writers write. If you don’t write, you’re not a writer. You’re something else, but not a writer. Writing is not a “task” for you. Writing is not something that “needs to be done”. Writing is your center, so you have to make sure you put it there.

    *Betsy frowns* But…I can’t just ignore everything else.

    No. You can’t totally withdraw from the other things you need to do. That’s the reality of life. You have to do them. You can’t push them off indefinitely and hope they’ll go away. You have to do them, and your list is a way to track that. But the important thing isn’t the list. The important thing is how doing those things work to support and enhance what is really the focus in your life.

    And that’s the writing?

    You know the answer to that. The center is the work. YOUR work. For you, that’s writing books and stories. For other people it’s being a mother, or running a business, or sculpting, or whatever it is that they were placed on this earth to do. But for you, it’s writing. So, even though the other things you’re trying to do are good, and even necessary, you have to remember what’s important, and put that in the center. Then the other things will fit around it.

    *Betsy thinks* I’m not giving writing enough importance in my life.

    No. The other things seem easier, or they seem like they’re more urgent, or they just bug you. You say that you’ll  get them done so you can concentrate on writing, instead of doing the writing first.

    And a lot of times, I never get to the writing. Or if I do, I just do the minimum.

    *Muse smiles* And that, for YOU, in your life, is not the best way to handle things.

    *Betsy thinks* So I need to re-evaluate. Give the writing importance in my day. Let the other things fall in place around it. *Looks at Muse* Find my center again.

    *Muse nods* Find the center, then live from that. *pats Betsy’s cheek* Give it the focus, no matter what else comes your way. No matter if you only have five minutes a day when your other responsibilities aren’t driving you wild. In your mind, in your heart, it’s the important thing. Find your center, and live from that.

    *Betsy bites her lip* Nobody else will understand. Everyone will think I’m strange or delusional. It’s not like I’m setting the world on fire.

    *Muse shakes her head* That doesn’t matter. Don’t let that stop you from doing what you know is the right thing. Besides, people already think you’re strange.

    They do?

    Duh. *Muse stands* Do what you know is best in your life.

    *Betsy thinks* *Draws in a long breath* Okay.

    *Muse nods* Okay.

    To be continued…

     

    You must know the difference between what’s important and what’s urgent, and you must do what’s important first. And what’s important is the work.

    Steven Pressfield, The War of Art

     

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  • Trusting The Muse

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    When last we left Betsy, she was riding high after publishing her latest book, having survived trials, tribulations, and the obsessive urge to press the “publish” button over and over again. She was even starting to think about taking control of the REST of her life. She was laughing, singing, and dancing in the privacy of her own home.

    But now Betsy is sitting like a huddled mass in front of her computer screen, keening softly as she contemplates the display. Whatever is going on? Can her Muse find out what’s wrong?

    Let’s see…

     

    *Betsy sits alone in the creative control center portion of her brain* *looks at cockpit of screens arrayed in a semi circle around her* *reaches out a hand to tentatively type on the keyboard* *hesitates* *pulls hand back* *wraps arms around her waist* *begins rocking*

    Whatcha doing?

    *Betsy jerks upright* What? Where? Who? Oh, it’s you, Muse. *slumps back down* Hi.

    *Muse sucks on glittery purple lollipop* *hops up on worktable directly in front of Betsy* *swings feet shod in silver go-go boots*

    So what are you doing?

    Trying to write.

    How’s it going?

    I don’t…I think…I’m not sure…

    *Muse slurps lollipop* Spit it out, sugar.

    *Betsy rocks faster* I just don’t think I can do it again. I think I’m probably a fraud and a failure. I’m pretty sure I don’t have any ideas left. I’m sure I can’t possibly tell a story. My books are crap and so am I.

    *Muse considers her* You think?

    I’m pretty sure. I’m stupid for even thinking I could do this.

    Uh huh. *Muse breaks off lollipop, chews it, and throws the stick away* I was under the impression that you were already writing the next book. You’ve got it plotted out and everything.

    *Betsy rocks still faster* Yes, but it’s crap and I’m stupid for even thinking that this is a good idea. I don’t know where the story is.

    *Muse leans back on one hand* But when you sit down to write, does something come out?

    Yes.

    And is it unexpected and maybe nothing you even thought you could write? And maybe you don’t even know where it came from because you didn’t intend to write that particular thing when you sat down?

    *Betsy’s rocking slows* Usually.

    So it’s there when you need it, but it might not always be there when you’re just going through your day-to-day life?

    *Betsy stops rocking* I guess.

    *Muse sits straighter* *spreads her hands* Ta da!

    *Betsy frowns at her* Ta da?

    *Muse bops her on the head* That’s me, dummy.

    Ow. *Betsy rubs the top of her head* Okay. *thinks* *shakes head* Sorry, I don’t get it.

    *Muse punches her on the arm now*

    Ow! *Betsy rubs her arm* Why are you being mean?

    I’m being mean because you’re being a moron. When you sit down to write, when you keep the channel open between us, when you actually work on your stuff every day—

    Like I am.

    *Muse nods* Like you are, then the story is there when you need it. In fact, the truth is that the story is always there. But when you don’t touch it consistently, your pipe gets clogged and you can’t see it.

    *Betsy thinks* But I am working every day.

    Yes. But it doesn’t help anything if you’re all hunchy and rocking back and forth on your desk chair and scared to even sit down at the computer because you think you can’t “do it”, whatever “it” is. The story is there. It will come out of you if you let it. You have to trust me.

    *Betsy pouts* I don’t think “hunchy” is a real word.

    I’m the Muse. I make stuff up. And that right there is what I’m talking about. Don’t try to change the subject. Focus.

    *Betsy pouts some more* I am focused. You’re saying that if I don’t doubt myself, if I keep working, that the story will happen. If I build it, you will come.

    *Muse sighs* *jumps down from desk to sit on arm of Betsy’s chair* *puts arm around Betsy’s shoulders* I’m saying that you will doubt yourself. That’s what you humans do, at least as far as creative stuff goes. In the back of your mind, you might think you’ll never be able to create something again. You’ll think that you’re being stupid and that you should stop. You’ll think that you’re wasting your time and that people will laugh at you or, even worse, ignore you and what you’re putting out in the world. You’ll think you’re a fraud.

    *Betsy slumps* I do.

    *Muse shakes her a little bit* But what I’m telling you is that you need to ignore it. You need to keep going in spite of all that. Because if you reach out, I’ll be there.

    *Betsy frowns* I think that’s a song.

    *Muse shrugs* I like songs.

    *Betsy frowns* So, keep going in spite of all of these thoughts? Don’t let them stop me?

    *Muse squeezes her shoulders* I’m there. The story is there. The world of imagination is there. The birth of creation is there. You’ve heard your whole life that they’re not there. You’ve heard your whole life that you have to be the same as everyone else. That’s the lie.

    *Betsy straightens* I should keep going

    Yes. *Muse kisses her cheek* *Stands* Keep going.

    *Muse vanishes*

    Okay.  *Betsy turns back to keyboard*

     

    To be continued…

     

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  • “Believing It” is LIVE!

    My friends, I am pleased and proud to tell you that Believing It, the latest book in my “Welcome to Hardy Falls” series is LIVE!  LIVE, I TELL YOU!  Maybe I’m not alive at this point, but the book is birthed and out in the world!  And it is now available as an e-book wherever fine e-books are sold.  This is book 0.5 in the series, so it is the prelude to Handling It (book 1).

    Without any further ado, here’s the information!

    Sometimes you just need a second chance to get it right.

    June Esperanza has managed to make a pretty darned good life for herself in the little Pennsylvania town of Hardy Falls. True, she’d never intended to stick around this long, but it all worked out for the best, didn’t it? After all, she has a job she enjoys, friends she loves, and a place in the community. So it shouldn’t matter to her in the slightest that Calvin Hardy has decided to move back home fifteen years after he dumped her on her butt and hit the road. She could care less what he does.

    Calvin knew he’d made the biggest mistake of his life almost as soon as he drove away from June, but he also figured she’d never forgive him. How could she when he’d hurt her so badly? He never expected that, years later, he’d find himself divorced from a loveless marriage and coming back to Hardy Falls to help deal with a family crisis. He never thought that once he saw June again, he’d want her more than ever. Now he’s determined to convince her to give him another chance. If they can get beyond his mistakes of the past, maybe they can finally have a future–together.

    June’s not sure it’s a good idea to believe anything Calvin says, let alone learn to trust him again. Does she even want to try? One thing’s certain–there’s no way she’ll let him hurt her this time around.

    Welcome to Hardy Falls, a little town nestled in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania, where love has a way of sneaking in and catching you by surprise–even when you thought you had locked all the doors.

    Click HERE if you want to read the first chapter.

    Believing It is available in the following stores (it’s in others, too, but I didn’t want to list them all) –

    Amazon US  |  iBOOKS  |  NOOK  |  KOBO  | ARe

    Amazon.uk  |  Amazon.au |  Amazon.ca  |  Amazon.de

    The paperback version’s coming soon, if anyone cares.

    *Whew*

    I thought this whole publishing thing was going to kill me.  And just who decided it would be a good idea to do all of this work the same week I was trying to finish my taxes?

    But the most important thing is–it’s out!  Hooray!

    In case you’re confused, I know I said in another post that I was going to do a pre-order, but it turns out I don’t have a clue about what I’m doing, and setting up a pre-order takes planning and confidence.  That wasn’t in the cards this time around.  But maybe for the next one…

    All in all, I’m pretty pleased with how everything turned out.  And I think the finished cover looks pretty.  If you take a glance at the sidebar, you’ll see I updated the Handling It cover, too.  Of course, I just put through a test purchase with Amazon, and it looks like they have the old cover in the actual e-book file, even though I changed it and the preview showed correctly.  *sigh*  It just goes to show you – it’s always something.  (I know it’s not that big of a deal, but I wanted everything to be perfect.  And it’s not.  Like life.)

    The next newsletter will come out tomorrow!  Now I’m going to go to bed.

    Fly free, “Believing It.”  Fly free.

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  • Tiny Steps

    baby stepsHello, my friends!  I thought I would talk a little bit about productivity today.  My productivity, to be precise (although I hope you can relate).

    Productivity has been kind of a movable feast here at the Palatial Horvath Estate until recently.  I managed to plot out my next book and, after some stops and starts, started writing it.  I have 21,000 words or so of the first draft completed, but that progress has generally been made in a very herky-jerky fashion–days of silence broken by brief productive sessions.

    This cannot continue. The key to any creative endeavor, I think, is consistency. Every time I stop, I have to get back in the flow of things in order to restart.

    Then there are the other goals–not the least of which is getting Believing It, edited, spruced up, and published.   Plus, I want to blog regularly, write newsletters regularly, world build regularly, think about what I want to write next regularly, and all that jazz. These, too, require time and demand attention.  If everything jerks along, nothing seems to get accomplished because a lot of valuable time has been wasted.

    Productivity is my main writing goal for this year, because I want (and need) to have several products out there to form the basis for my business. I’m not getting any younger here.  That means focused production.

    Not herky-jerky.

    Although a ton of stuff has been going on in my personal and day-job life (as always), it finally occurred to me that the main reason focused production has not been happening in my life has been simply because I don’t sit down to write.  And I realized that’s because it all seems so overwhelming.  I clutch.  I panic and run away like a little bunny rabbit.  When I say, “I’m going to get two or three books written and published this year,” my heart starts racing.  I hear a voice in my head screaming “No! No! You can’t! It’s too much!” or “You don’t have the time!” or “You already wasted most of the day. Worry about it tomorrow!”

    Then–you guessed it–the same thing happens the next day. And the next. Eventually sheer guilt forces me to sit down and work, but consistency is shot.

    I knew that, if productivity is the main goal this year, I would have to break through this persistent resistance, but I wasn’t quite sure what to do about it. That was when I ran across the book Mini Habits by Stephen Guise, and it gave me the key to this stubborn lock.

    I realized I had to establish goals so small my brain didn’t really notice them until I’d started the task. Not a big, overwhelming goal of working two hours every day or writing 3,000 words a day.  Those have been my goals and I’ve been failing miserably.  No, the daily goal has to be something I can achieve before the panicked part of my brain knows what’s happening.  The point is to be consistent, to build movement, and to establish a pattern of success.  Just doing something small every day is more important to me at this point than to do something big every once in a while.

    So, not two hours and 3000 words a day–five minutes and fifty words instead. Things that are so small they slip under my brain’s defenses.  Tiny steps.

    I started out about five weeks ago with six small tasks I wanted to develop into habits. That was too many–I kept forgetting two of them, or realizing at the end of the day that I hadn’t done any of the six and just giving up.

    After some trial and error, I settled on four tasks , and so far it seems to be working.  I am very pleased by the red checks on my calendar.

    By the way, just because the step you’re taking is small, it doesn’t mean you have to stop at the daily goal you’ve set for yourself.  You can do more–a lot more if you want to.  The tiny step is just the gateway to get you going.  But if you have a day (like I often do) where you can only do the minimum, you’ll still have succeeded and earned the check on the calendar.

    The point is, you did it.  And those wins build up as the weeks roll on.  You are in motion.  You have succeeded.

    So, what are the tiny steps I’m taking (if you care)?

    As I said back at the beginning of this post, my word for 2016 and 2017 is writing productivity. My overall business goal for the next two years is product creation and getting said product out to the public. So three of the four tiny steps I’m taking are focused in that direction.

    Here are my tiny tasks –

    Write 50 words of new fiction per day

    Write 50 words of other work per day (that’s like blog posts or newsletters)

    Work on publishing tasks 5 minutes every day (these are all of the business tasks that are not writing)

    Walk 1 minute every day (intentionally – the walk to the car after work doesn’t count).

    So, you can see that these really are teeny tiny steps.  Anybody can write 50 words a day – in fact if you send an email or even a text message, you’ve probably written more than 50 words.  I wanted these goals to be so stupid small that I wouldn’t be afraid to start.

    But the point is–I do start.  That’s the most important thing.  Because if I don’t start, I can have all the dreams and goals in the world, but I’ll never get anywhere at all.

    Onward!

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  • The Next Generation

    enterprise next generationPreviously on Betsy’s blog –

    Betsy, as you may know, is on a Quest to become a successful independent author.  Harry, as you may also know, is her Guide on this Quest.  He is a white gerbil with hopes of one day upgrading to a more traditional Quest Guide form.  Maybe a white rabbit, or even a white stag.  

    Harry hasn’t had a heck of a lot to do lately, mostly because Betsy’s been in a bit of a funk.  They actually haven’t spoken all that much, which is kind of concerning, considering the fact that Harry lives in Betsy’s brain.  But today, things seem different.  Harry is bustling around his office, and Betsy is acting…happy.  What in the world is going on?

    Let’s see….

     

    *Betsy enters her brain* *Walks through neural pathways* *Whistles* *Playfully taps a ganglia* *Opens a door, and walks into Harry’s office* *Stops short*

    What’s going on in here?

    *Harry is sitting on top of his gerbil habitat in a starship captain’s chair*  *Swivels to face Betsy*

    Hey, doll. We’re about to take off for a new adventure right?

    *Betsy squints*  You redecorated.  It looks like the Starship Enterprise in here.  And you’re wearing red spandex.

    *Harry snaps his suit* It brings out the color of my eyes. Besides, I’m outta the Captain Kirk outfit. We’re in Next Generation territory now.

    *Betsy walks further into the office and settles on an uncomfortable chair behind a sleek modern desk*

    We are?

    We are. This is the next generation of your Quest. So, goodbye old-school gold captain’s uniform, hello dangerous red. We’re taking chances. We are making it so. Kicking ass and taking names. We are engaging. Booyah! *Harry does a seated karate chop*

    I thought I was just writing.

    *Harry points a paw at her* Exactly, Number One. You are making it so.

    Because I have another book that’s almost finished and it’s going to come out soon? (Attention reader – see what I did there? I injected some marketing. And this? This is breaking the fourth wall. Hey, I saw Deadpool too.)

    *Harry frowns at her* I saw what you did there. You injected some marketing.

    *Betsy blinks*  Why?  Because I mentioned that I have another book almost finished and it’s going to come out soon?

    Yes.

    Well, it’s hardly marketing. I didn’t tell people that there will be a cover reveal coming soon, did I? Or that they should stay tuned because I’ll be revealing it and the first chapter here on the blog?

    No, but—

    And I didn’t mention that I’ll let everyone know when it’s available for pre-order, did I?

    No, but—

    And I didn’t say that I’ll post sales links as soon as they’re available, did I?

    Would you shut up? *Harry snaps at Betsy* People don’t want to hear about marketing all the time. Don’t you have any deep thoughts this week? Any layers you want to strip off your soul to bare it before the world?

    *Betsy shrugs* Not really. I’m actually feeling pretty okay these days.

    *Harry sighs* *Pinches bridge of nose* God, you make me tired sometimes. Okay, fine. Tell everyone about the book.

    Oh, oh. *Betsy sits straighter* Well, the book is titled Believing It, and it’s the prequel to Handling It. It stars June and Calvin, who were pretty big characters in that book. If anybody read it and remembers.

    *Harry snorts*  Prequel.  Just like Star Wars.

    No, no! Well, yes, but no. See, I would have released the books in order, but I didn’t know I needed to write Believing it until Handling It was finished. Hopefully it will fill in some additional information, and you’ll get to know June and Calvin better. I’m hoping to spin them off into a series of short novels falling in between the other books in the series. But I’m not going to have a prequel trilogy or anything.

    Okay.

    And I’ll have a cover reveal and first chapter here on the blog soon. I got the manuscript back from my editor, but then life got busy, and I haven’t finished the editing yet. So, when I have it available for pre-order, I’ll post all of that stuff. But my newsletter that comes out tomorrow, March 7, will have a special early cover reveal and the description. Did you remember I have a newsletter (see link in sidebar)?

    *Harry sniffs* You’ve never given me the privilege of appearing in your newsletter. So no. I didn’t remember it.

    Don’t sulk. Every month I tell people the news—

    If you have any.

    —and there’s an excerpt from The Hardy Falls Gazette, which is the online newspaper edited by Ms. Gregory, the Hardy Falls librarian.

    Great.

    But don’t worry. If you haven’t subscribed yet, you can subscribe now and get the links for all of the old newsletters! All of them!

    Uh huh.  *Harry folds paws on stomach* And how many newsletters are there again?

    *Betsy’s eyes slide left* So, this will be, like, the third one.

    Since you started the thing six months ago, I see we’re going gangbusters over there.

    Hey, I’m getting better! And the newsletter will come out regularly and the blog will come out regularly and the books will come out regularly and maybe short stories will come out regularly, too!

    You sound very regular.

    I am!

    *Harry settles back in chair* Okay, so let me recap the point of this post, since we seem to have lost the theme somewhere along the way.

    Okay.

    We’re starting the next generation of your Quest.

    Which is why you’re wearing the Picard uniform instead of the Kirk uniform.

    Exactly. And you have a book you’re finishing up and it will come out soon.

    Soon!

    And when it’s available for pre-order, you’ll post information here. But for now if somebody wants to see the cover and read the full description—and honestly, who’s going to be that excited about it except you?—they can subscribe to your newsletter (see link in sidebar) and it will be in the newsletter coming out on March 7th. That about cover it?

    *Betsy claps hands* Yes!

    Okay. *Harry arches an eyebrow* Mind if we get started on the next generation of your Quest now? Mind if we get this starship going so we can promote your regularity?

    *Betsy bounces in chair* Yes! Yes! Let’s go, let’s go! Make it so!

    *Harry sighs*

    Say it! *Betsy squeals* Say it!

    God. Okay, yes. Make it so Number One.

    Aye aye, Captain. *Betsy salutes and runs out of the post*

    I really need a drink.

     

    To be continued….

     

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