Did you ever have a day where you don't want to read, watch TV, or let alone try and do anything productive?  Instead, all you want to do is curl up with some crusty French bread and butter at the table?  Two pieces I swear that's all I need.....

And then the to do list starts talking to you. Staring at you as you munched on that last piece of buttery heaven.  And what did you do?  Brushed off the crumbs on your shirt and made a cup of tea.

Yeah, that to do list is for another time. 

To everyone who can enjoy a somewhat non-productive day.

What??!! My book hasn't sold a million copies yet?

Life today is in the fast lane. 

Like you didn't know that already.

But, even though it's fast, it's also disappointing.  Our level of expectation is so high now.  We want instant success, with a couple of clicks of our mouse.  We want viral success with a few reviews that spin our name out of control until it's flying away into the Internet universe.  We want our name widely known, our book covers seen on train rides home, and huge next book deals discussed over turkey and mashed pototoes at Thanksgiving. 

All of this is not happening for me.  Not yet.

Let's face it. I'm a realist.  I'm a worker bee. I keep my nose to the grind stone and wondering when I can come up for air.  My expectations are low.  Just like Confuscious said" High expectations means planned disappointment."  I'm going with Confuscious on this one.

So I keep writing cause it's in my damn head.  And I'll keep searching out for reviews and reading up on my new hobby, emarketing books.  I'm becoming a person I'd never thought I'd be. 

And that's ok.  The real work will be  resisting to check my sales page on Amazon.com three times a day.

NY Times Bestsellers List

Quite wonderful that four on the NYT best sellers list are indie authors and self published.  So glad that we as authors have the tools now to go beyond the traditional agent route.  Now to get this author working.......

Yep, that's me on FaceBook

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Paranormal Activity

The other night my husband and I were up late watching a movie.  It had been one of those nights when you announce that everyone needs to head upstairs for bed time and all of a sudden my kids go from tired little beings to explosive volcanoes of energy. 

After much repeating of the nightly mantra (take vitamins, brush your teeth, get in your pajamas), everyone finally settled down and went to bed.  Finally.  Or so we thought.

So we are watching this movie when all of a sudden my husband and I hear this scurrying upstairs.  It was the sound of little being running through the hallway.  A little being that was not suppose to be up late at night.  My husband and I look at each other and he declares "Seriously?  It's 11pm and Carter (our youngest) is still up?" 

"Do you think it's a racoon?" I ask.  As I said it, I realized it couldn't had been raccoons on the roof since the sound literally came right through the ceiling above us.

With a huff, hubby goes upstairs ready to do some serious parental yelling.  I hear nothing though. Hubby comes back down.  "So Carter was running around?  Is he in bed now?" I asked as he sat down in his chair.

"Nope. Carter was asleep," Matt declares.

"What was the running noise? That couldn't have been a raccoon.  The noise was upstairs, not on the roof,"  I said.

"No it wasn't an animal," said hubby.  "I don't know what it was." 

And then we sat and stared at each other.  And then we turn to look at the TV.  And hubby precisely pressed PLAY as we sat in utter silence but both of us completely understanding what it could had been.  That it wasn't our five year old running, or an animal scurrying across our roof.  It was something else.