What in the hell am I doing trying to promote a book? Why do I think I have anything to say that others would find worthwhile to listen to? Even as I try to steal an hour here and there to work on the book promotion—a process I truly know nothing about—my children constantly remind me that I am CRAZY to pursue anything other than making Play Dough pies and construction paper Easter eggs with them. I am, afterall, a stay-at-home mom…therefore I am expected to be at their beck and call 24/7!
Even as I research and create promotional avenues, pick the brains of those who have gone before me in the book selling maze, I am (temporarily) ignoring the secondary subjects of the novel I am trying to pitch. Does this make any sense? Okay. Computer—shutdown. Time to play Red Light, Green Light!