In which I am bereft…

So! I published the third book, at last! And now I feel… kind of… adrift. I’m supposed to be working on fifteen stories for an anthology, but I kind of feel like I just kicked one of my kids out of the nest and maybe I should give myself time to mourn.

Seems kind of silly, but that’s where I’m at right now.

I also have to take a deep breath and plunge into the promotional circus.

There’s a hopeful little fairy deep in my soul who wishes people would just come flocking to my books by themselves. You know, the overnight success thing? The small bit of rationality in me says that totally won’t happen. One can dream, though, right?

What I do want to is keep writing.

So, pity party over, onward and upward. Back to the keyboard I go!

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