The Northeast isn’t the only victim of Snowmaggedon.
You drive 10 hours. The last two in sleet.
You arrive at your destination, and because you’re hyperactive in the presence of friends…..
You forego bed in favor of talking. And TALKING.
You drive one hour each way for four appearances in 72 hours. Everyone expects you to be fresh. Happy to see them. On fire.
You drink two margaritas and nail it.
You give a newspaper interview in the car and hope the reporter can’t hear the engine running….or the unexpected blast of “Black Widow” from a passing vehicle. It rocks your ride sideways.
You drive the entire Natchez Trace in the equivalent of two days. You take an unscheduled event and sell one book. You call on everyone with a connection to said book and convince them to read and sign it, because really, you’re psyched to see familiar faces from months ago.
But no matter your harried-ness. You’re in NOLA. They’ll laissez les bon temp rouler, right?
You sell a total of seven books in the state of Louisiana, further thrown in the hole by breaking the car windshield on a drive through a storm.
You’ve lost count of how many hours you’ve been in the car.
But, hey……you have a king cake in the back seat. Surely it will keep you company for the two-plus hours to Jackson, the three hours to Cleveland, Mississippi, the three hours back and the eleven hours home. After all, you sold sixteen books in Cleveland. (Thank you, Miss Virginia at Cotton Row Bookstore.)
But you’ve arrived, right? Because a national outlet reviewed your book!!!
You check your stats and realize just how little one major endorsement drives sales. Authors basically need one major endorsement every four hours to sell enough books to make a living.
Or maybe every two hours.
Or every hour.
You’ve lost track, because you’re blotto.
And you’re gearing up to do it again. Next week!
The life of a writer. It isn’t glamorous. You’re begging everyone to promote you, purchase your books and mention you. And you feel like a freaking prostitute. A depleted one. Who’s driven hard for two weeks straight.
Who thinks she’ll never stop pushing the snowball up the hill.
But I won’t quit.
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