I Got Flowers!

My husband rocks! What girl doesn't like to get flowers? And for no reason. Blair's out of town and these showed up this afternoon with a card that read "Thinking of You. Love, Blair." My sweetie! I must have been a very good soul in a past life to deserve such a man.

Now if I can just keep the cats from eating them...


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Stressing Out on Pre-Promotion

I spent most of yesterday going through Dan Poynter's Self-Publishing Manual and ordering LCC and CPI numbers and such. It was frustrating because it seemed like every time I found a form and got halfway through filling it out, I'd find out that first I need this other number to complete the form. So I'd go to get that number only, oops!, you need this other number first. It felt like I chased myself in circles all day.

I'm really stressing out about the whole marketing / pre-promotion effort. To get in gift stores I need a distributor but apparently no one likes to give out names. So I could go to a national conference and get a booth and try to find them that way. What's off-putting to me is that there are hundreds of different means of promotion. Instead of finding this comforting, I'm finding myself with an ulcer as I worry that I'm selecting the wrong venues at the wrong times with the wrong people. Or that I'm too late to do anything.

I find I'm constantly reminding myself to breathe. Life is good. I'm putting a book out I love and whether it makes a great showing or not really is irrelevant. My competitive nature kicks in with "I must make it a best seller!" but really I don't have to. What promotion and marketing I do will be fine and if, once I get in the swing, I find I can kick it up a notch, so be it. But I can't paralyze myself with fear and do nothing because I'm worried about doing everything wrong.

I want to go talk to local gift stores to see how they handle ordering books but shouldn't I have a copy of my book to take in and show them that I'm not just some fly-by-night writer who threw a book together but that I'm a dedicated, professional writer with a collection of pre-published stories? That's what I mean when I say I don't know what to do. Do I visit now or do I wait until I have book in hand? Or is it too late by then?

Breathe. Yes, it's all good. I look around and see how good I have it. I get to work from home (with my cats!!) doing work that fulfills me and makes me feel like I'm doing something. I have friends, family, a great home, food, a car, my health, I husband I adore and who returns the feeling---life is nothing but good for me. If my worst problem in life is "I can't work out the promotion strategy for my book" than I need to just shut up and take a back seat. People would kill for such problems.

It's my need to be perfect that creates the stress. So perhaps this whole book experience is also an opportunity to work on that issue. Because really, perfect people (or people who try to convince us they are) are boring at best and annoying at worst.

I much prefer the screw-ups!

Cheers,
Dena

Carowinds

So we make it inside the park (contraband metal arm plate and all) and we turn to the girls. "What shall we do first?" we ask, barely able to contain our excitement (we love roller coasters). We point to a racing coaster that sends one spinning upside down. We're so excited we're almost dancing in place. "Shall we start with that?"

Looks of horror covered the faces of both girls. We sent each other a look. Okay, too much. Start off slower.

"How about bumper cars?" we ask, and I stifle a yawn. Bumper cars bore me.

The girls shrugged and wouldn't meet our eyes. "Yes, no?" I asked.

They hemmed and hawed and finally the friend spoke up that she was scared of bumper cars.

Scared of bumper cars? I threw Blair a desperate look. If they were scared of bumper cars what the hell were we supposed to do with them for the next six hours?

We took a deep breath and headed for the games. They each won a stuffed dog which buoyed their spirits enough that they agreed to try bumper cars. Thank God they loved them. The day picked up from there.

We got them to go on a few more rides throughout the day, including a mini roller-coaster. Both girls were scared but said they wanted to try it and I was VERY proud of them. But for the most part we rode the same 4 rides over and over again.

"If we ever have kids," I told Blair in an aside, "we're sticking them on a roller coaster the minute they hit the height requirement."

"What if they don't want to?" he challenged.

I shrugged. "I'm bigger. A little turbulence will do them good."

The highlight of the day was the water ride. Let me emphasize WATER ride. We came out of it looking like we'd just walked through a carwash. We had to wring our shirts out and my hair was as wet as if I'd just come from the shower. Blair was a very good sport and rode the ride twice with the girls. Because of course once we had all finally dried off they wanted to go again. That's a good man.

We almost had to take out a small loan for the price of park food, but it was worth it to see the excitement on the girls faces when they would spot a food stand and cry out, "Oh! Can we have Dippin' Dots?" and we'd say yes. It's fun being the fun aunt and uncle.

On the way out we caved in and bought the photo they'd taken of us when we first came in the park, even though it was out of focus and not a good picture of anyone. Memories, you know.

We hugged the girls goodbye and they crawled into the backseat, laughing and giggling about their day.

All in all, a day trip to Carowinds was a very good idea.

A 10th Birthday Present

This month our niece turned 10. Ten is a big birthday than for no other reason that it marks the occasion when you will never be a single digit ever again.

To mark the big day required something more than a gift certificate to Barnes & Nobles so I came up with the idea that Blair and I should take my niece and a friend of her choosing to Carowinds, a big amusement park 2 1/2 hours south of us in Charlotte.

At the time, it sounded brilliant. Special day, special niece, special times. As with all good ideas though, sometimes they seem less brilliant the closer you get to implementation. This idea required us to drive to my brother-in-laws Friday evening (a 3 hour ride) and then drive everyone almost 4 hours to the park on Saturday and home again. I wondered if I would be cursing myself and my big ideas before the day was over.

Thankfully not. Although we started out on shaky ground, we had a good time and--most important--created a day to remember for our niece.

Getting Out of the House
As I said, Blair and I drove in on Friday so we were all in one place on Saturday. My brother and sister-in-law decided to join us, which turned out great because they drove the kids the 4 hours home while we took our car the 2 1/2 hours back to our house.

But we were worried about our stated departure time of 8am. My brother and sister in law --God love them-- are the same people who one year showed up three hours late for Thanksgiving dinner. They never EVER are on time for anything. EVER. I had visions of us leaving the house at noon.

But I was pleasantly put in my place. We left the house a mere 30 minutes behind schedule and I'll even say the reason for the delay was pretty much out of their control. So an A for effort on getting on the road.

The Drive
I will no longer mock parents who load up cars with toys and games for a 15 minute drive as if they were preparing to cross the Andes. The girls were angels on the trip, no doubt due to their being stocked in gameboy games, coloring books, books, DVD movies, and other asundries. Long live the video game.

Arriving At The Park
Here's something to make you feel safe. Even though we had pre-purchased our tickets, we had to stand in a long security line to enter the park. We obediently pulled out all our keys, jewelry, etc. and dumped it in a little plastic dish as we walked through a metal detector.

As we're waiting in line, we noted my brother-in-law would most likely be pulled aside for the metal plate he has in his arm where he broke it 6 years ago. But no, nothing. We all passed through.

"It didn't set the detector off?" asked my sister-in-law, surprised.

"No, it did," said Blair. "I saw the red light go on over the door when Brian walked through. The woman screening just wasn't paying any attention."

I feel safer already.

More tomorrow...