THE SKY ALWAYS HEARS ME AND THE HILLS DON’T MIND is shipping from Amazon. Hearty souls who have pre-ordered my book will have it in their hot little hands next week.
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLY SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKES! (Or substitute whichever curse word you’d like for “smokes”. I’m trying to keep it family-friendly.) It’s so cool–my book is OUT THERE! And it’s so scary–what if nobody notices?
All that’s been rushing through my mind are my infinite list of inadequacies for this lovely novel, most of which relate to not enough promotion, not enough chatting on blogs, not enough networking, and not being one shred of cool enough for anyone to care about Morgan and her crazy ways. Trying to get the word out feels like adding water to the ocean with a teaspoon–the ocean doesn’t need it, and nobody notices anyway.
So . . . maybe I need to find me a funky contest. Maybe I need to find me a bigger teaspoon! Maybe tomorrow the day will have 25 hours in it. I’m pretty sure the space/time continuum will be ripping any moment, since Green Bay Packer Brett Farve is now playing for his arch-enemies, the Minnesota Vikings. When it does, I’m going to grab me some extra minutes. Anyone else want some?