ISBNs and making records and publishing...OH MY!

Finished with the edits for "Macaria." Comfortable enough to pop in the preorder at the 'zon.  Once again, wish there were better outlets. 

ugh

But now comes the screen carousel.

Did I tell y'all I bought 100 ISBNs? I so badly wish they were physical, and I could roll around in them.

Too much?

heh

Antyway, I'm adding "Macaria" as a preorder. Will have to tie her to an ISBN first. Then play over at the 'zon by adding her as a new ebook and paperback. The paperback, of course, will be a draft. The ebook will be a preorder.

One of the first times I added a title with an ISBN, I wasn't exactly sure what the fuck I was doing. Did it stop me? Of course it didn't. 

All I could do was mess up. *shrug*

But, it's fairly intuitive. I muddled through and have since become more comfortable with the process.

But onto another cluster of mine.

So, my friends, I wrote the first five books of this series about six weeks each. I was flying. And I was going to make "The Gordons" the fourth book, but then I had the idea to actually make "Macaria" the fourth book and "The Gordons" the fifth.

Which is great, for others, because I still have "Macaria" saved as "The Gordons" in my documents. Then "Mac and Medi" is actually "The Gordons."

Have I changed this cluster?

I certainly have not.

Because, wait for it, I will screw myself up and add shit where it does NOT need to be added. I'm scared to mess with the system, y'all. 

My weird system.

My "I'm uploading 'The Gordons' for 'Macaria' today because if I do something different, we're all going to get an unpleasant surprise" system.

Who cares about the critical names of documents, anyway?

FFS

Off to create another book in the eyes of the Library of Congress. Add that heifer to the 'zon. Absolutely twig when I go to create "The Gordons", and I've forgotten what I've already done.

FFS

Being social aka do you want me to sharpen those bamboo to a point to shove under my fingernails?

I can be social. Sometimes, I even enjoy it. Especially in relation to writing and all its foibles. I'm there. But being social? On socials??? Every fucking day? 😕

In that wide world of TikTok, Insta, Threads, and FB? HAVING to post? 

meh

However, in lieu of me buying that fantastic weekly planner, my short ass filled in the days of the week with how many times I should post on which social. It's...daunting. 

I'm the one who will buck up to societal expectations. And this planner feels like one. So I need to get around that first. I want this to be another labor of love. Something I anticipate and enjoy doing. If I become bored, woe to my weekly planner. Woe, I tell ye.

It's having to come up with videos, I think, that is the most taxing. That's quite a bit of time for me. Making the graphics. Even using the ones I have. Setting the reel. Adding music. And to do that three times a week? 

When am I supposed to write? Which is priority one around here.

This, as all other things I've done as an author, will require time and patience to get into a rhythm. Maybe I can make all the reels on one day and load them on the specified day. Or something else will come to my not-quite-awake grey matter.

The Morrigan is going through edits. She will be available for ARCs the last week of June or possibly the first week of July. She will be available 8/1/26.

FFS. I'm off to figure out this incredibly annoying part of being an Indie Author/Publisher. 

It is not pretty in the House of Crystal at this moment

Because my ADHD ass was like...Hey! Heeeeeeeyyyyyy! We can put "Apollo and Hyacinthus" out in, like, five days. Edited twice. I'll zip back through twice more.

But that's not the business.

The business is...filling in ISBN paperwork things. Adding the titles on Amazon. I make my own covers so had to shrink those bastards down to 300 dpi. I have 29 tabs open in my browser, and the air turned a dark shade of blue. Cobalt, if you must know. I'm giving manic an entirely new definition.

AND...the boys are playing tonight. Going to punch our ticket to the NBA Finals. Thunder Up! Woot!

Okay. Back to losing my shit. 

I forgot. Not surprising, really. Have the fucking memory of a goldfish. 🙄

Not a fan.

Antyway...I was so intent on polishing this mfer up to spotless, when the reality of being an indie publisher bit me on the ass. As it do.

It's ME. (cue Taylor and Brendan...because we need matching earworms)

Current situation:

locked in at my desk

Murphy sleeping behind me

70,000 words to eyeball for the 9,756th time

Do I feel pressure?

*Bowie and Mercury play me out*