The boring stuff

I spent four hours or so, yesterday, writing up new blurbs for most of my books. This comes from finally having my rights back to earlier works. 

With that comes: editing, new book covers, and repackaging as a whole. 

Boring as shit.

I enjoy making the new covers and asking opinions from other authors and readers. I love a new perspective. Did I enjoy literally shaking my brain like a maraca yesterday to try and come up with new and catchy descriptions for a dozen or so books?

That's a hearty HELL NO!

Is it done? Indeedt. 

What exciting business is on the agenda today?

1. Worked on book covers. Made progress.

2. Editing "Warrior and the Sparrow" and placing chapter breaks where needed. 

3. Start editing either "What He Wants" or "One Enchanted Evening" or "The Portrait" or...

😑😑😑 

It is...tedious.

My ADHD brain is rattling the cages to do something exciting! Write new scenes. Look up absolutely atrocious things on Google. (I can't remember precisely what I Googled on Friday, but it should have put me on a Watch List. 🤭)

I was on a roll.

All this to say, it's part of it. It can't all be fun and games and finishing books and Googling things that would make a sadist pale.

Nope.

Sometimes, it's sitting down and doing what needs to be done, even if it feels about the same as bamboo shoots under our finger nails.

I want these old, new, stories polished and fresh. Ready to impress. 

If that means I'm sitting at my desk at the ass crack of dawn with red eyes, an attitude, and clothes that should have been burned a decade ago, SO BE IT.  😌

Back to it.

😶