My book is here. Did I just upload the file and hit submit? Yup. Now I wait, until I receive confirmation that everything is ready for printing and press. Thank you amazon. Thank you wonderful person.
Funny how the tables turned. Yesterday I felt this nudge in my heart. It yelled, I knew you couldn’t do it. I saw all of the books I am working on. All of the deadlines I committed to and the hope and love poured out on every single page. I knew I could do it.
I took a break. I had some chocolate, tea and painted for my next book. Oh and I asked for help. Today I came home and in minutes finished my book.
Oh shoot now its on to other projects. I’m scared. I’m excited.
Oh my goodness resistance almost won today but I am still here. I uploaded the files for my book. I was already to do it. Today is the day. That’s it, no more holding on to this project. The deadline is TO-DAY. I was nauseous, nervous and scared. That’s when I new I had to do it.
I had it all planned out. Copy and pasted my awesome book description. The listing was ready to go. I planned on giving the book away for free. It was my holiday gift to the world .I checked spelling and grammar, read the book out loud. Everything felt good. I got this, I told myself. Then I uploaded the file and previewed the e-book…
in that moment resistance showed up. The formatting was all wrong. I kept fixing it, hours went by and I just couldn’t get it right. I came close to desperately whining. OK I did. I have been working on this book for a year. Well, maybe 8 months. I went back and forth with the editing, the images, layout, font and every single detail. I still need to fix it but I needed a break.
It’s weird because I feel like this feels like a PROJECT. I mean launching something is hard. There’s sweat and tears. I certainly felt that today. If things had gone smooth, I would have just stayed in my comfort zone. I need exactly the opposite to succeed. Right? How many times have I published a book. Never. How many books do I need to publish to now what I’m doing? Who knows but I’ll keep working.
Linchpin is a great book. I’ve always wanted something more than a job. I want to change people by thoughts or emotional appeal. Can my art do this? Or am I simply a painter?
Most artists can’t draw. I’m glad for that one because I admit its true. Yes. I get frustrated trying to draw. Today I sat thinking, what should I draw? I haven’t drawn lately. That is one of my goals BUT why haven’t I drawn? I sat looking around the room, searching books but there was nothing I wanted to draw.
WAIT! I have been drawing like crazy for my newest book Ellie. Yeah Ellie sounds like a great name for a book. Forget about the title How to Grow A Tree. Ellie it is.
I painted for Wise Trees. I started this whole writing adventure with Ana & Gorge. I moved on to other books so I could learn how to draw. I took a drawing class. Did lots of drawing. Wise Trees and Ellie were passion projects designed to help me improve. Yeah, I have been drawing the whole time.
What do these projects mean to me? Why? I have stories begging to be told. I have to create. I can’t breath without art.
These stories and all of my projects are ways for the reader to play in that wonderful place of imagination, curiosity, and love. If I can create from this place then I’d say that’s awesome art.
Now I’ll go adjust the font color and add my name to Wise Tress before. I’ll edit one last final time before I set up the file and press send. breath…