The book publishing journey never ends. First you write your book for a year. Then, when you finish, you think wow, I’m done, pop up the champagne.
But it’s just a new beginning: Setting up things for sale. Handling promotions. Scheduling giveaways. Figuring out advertising campaign parameters. Signing up for service A, figuring out how it works and whether it can improve your sales. Signing up for service B, figuring out how it works and whether it can improve your sales. Giving up A and B for service C, which is better. Finding out that service C actually works best with service D, which is not essential, but combined with service A can improve your visibility in Market F, H, and Q, but only after you completed an objective in service B. Breathing in, breathing out. Remembering you’re not doing this for the money. Looking at your bank account. Remembering you have to eat. Cooking something. Feeling thankful you are even capable of thinking how to sort this mess. Many aren’t. Many of those who can don’t have the opportunity because they have a day job. Feeling privileged. Feeling like an impostor. Reading your book again. Crying over a paragraph because it reminds you about how it got all started. Feeling blessed. Checking the performance of your ads on Amazon. Feeling encouraged. Going to sleep. Waking up, trying to unlock your iPhone with Face ID. Squinting. Finding out there are no sales since last week. Feeling misunderstood. Having a coffee. Looking how to improve your online exposure. Thinking of merging your book page on Facebook with your personal one. Feeling a responsibility not to disappoint anyone in the process. Having lunch. Going to the gym. Listening to a podcast. Going back home. Thinking of how you should really make a trailer for your book… Living a life.
I’m not complaining. I think I’m happy.