I've neglected my blog. I'll do better.
Nice affirmation, Kimbo.
Thank you.
I published my memoir, CRYSTAL CLEAN, the last week of August, 2012. It's roughly four and a half months later and I'm shocked at how it's doing. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe a few sales to make ends meet. You know - something to supplement the cookie business. Except that book sales have far exceeded those of my cookies.
Frankly, I have no idea how typical my results are, but I'm happy with them. Each month, the sales get bigger and bigger. Last month I sold about 540 Kindle editions, and this month I'm right at 400 and we're not even half way through the month.
I fell like a writer. No, no...I feel like an AUTHOR. Nice.
I'm trying to get into the Twitter-verse. I was talking with a friend today about how uncomfortable I am with it. When I'm there, I feel like I've walked into the world's biggest cocktail party....alone. I hate cocktail parties. I dislike parties in general. I always feel like I have nothing to say and I end up in a corner somewhere, wishing I were like other people. You know the ones. They breeze through parties and know just what to say to engage others in small talk.
That's not me. Uncomfortable and fidgety? That's me. But I'm crashing the party anyway, because I'm told over and over again that it's necessary for an author to build her platform. Engage in social networking! FaceBook! Twitter! Linked In! Pinterest! Blog tours! Blog hops! (I have no idea what the difference is between the two. There may not even be a difference.) YouTube! Do it! Do it NOW! Engage, engage, engage!!
Yeesh. Not so easy for someone who's still working on getting comfortable in her own skin. So I'll look on the bright side: at least when I crash this party, I don't have to wear a little black dress OR heels. Unless you want me to. In which case I will. POOF! There. Now I look fabulous. So if you're at the party when I pop in, please say hello. I'd hate to break out my killer footwear for nothing.
Nice affirmation, Kimbo.
Thank you.
I published my memoir, CRYSTAL CLEAN, the last week of August, 2012. It's roughly four and a half months later and I'm shocked at how it's doing. I don't know what I was expecting. Maybe a few sales to make ends meet. You know - something to supplement the cookie business. Except that book sales have far exceeded those of my cookies.
Frankly, I have no idea how typical my results are, but I'm happy with them. Each month, the sales get bigger and bigger. Last month I sold about 540 Kindle editions, and this month I'm right at 400 and we're not even half way through the month.
I fell like a writer. No, no...I feel like an AUTHOR. Nice.
I'm trying to get into the Twitter-verse. I was talking with a friend today about how uncomfortable I am with it. When I'm there, I feel like I've walked into the world's biggest cocktail party....alone. I hate cocktail parties. I dislike parties in general. I always feel like I have nothing to say and I end up in a corner somewhere, wishing I were like other people. You know the ones. They breeze through parties and know just what to say to engage others in small talk.
That's not me. Uncomfortable and fidgety? That's me. But I'm crashing the party anyway, because I'm told over and over again that it's necessary for an author to build her platform. Engage in social networking! FaceBook! Twitter! Linked In! Pinterest! Blog tours! Blog hops! (I have no idea what the difference is between the two. There may not even be a difference.) YouTube! Do it! Do it NOW! Engage, engage, engage!!
Yeesh. Not so easy for someone who's still working on getting comfortable in her own skin. So I'll look on the bright side: at least when I crash this party, I don't have to wear a little black dress OR heels. Unless you want me to. In which case I will. POOF! There. Now I look fabulous. So if you're at the party when I pop in, please say hello. I'd hate to break out my killer footwear for nothing.
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