Friday 30 August 2013

Harder than I Thought

This whole publicising myself is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be.
It’s not that I lack the understanding on how to do it. It’s more that I have a problem with not thinking people care about what I have to say.
Which is true, and so completely wrong it’s not funny.
But I’m a no one until my book actually gets published, and until I have a cover, or an idea on when I’m about to be published, then maybe I’d be willing so say you’ll blink twice in my direction. As I am now, I’m nothing but a name and a happy smile on my face because I’ve signed a contract.

It’s not that I don’t understand the whole thing (publicising, that is, I jumping back—that’s me, in the flesh). You get people talking. You do this, you do that. You make friends. You talk to, about, comment, engage.
I get all this. I do. But as a person that has live a life of dumbness, for no better a word, I find that now, even though I’ve risen from that past, and used my own weakness to an advantage in something I couldn’t even imagine I’d be able to do, but, five years ago.
It’s hard, putting myself out there, with my own voice.

Still…

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“Woman are crazy.”
“You say that now, but when you’re older, you’ll just think it.”
                                                                                                           --Bart & Homer, The Simpsons