You know, I'm so busy with the book stuff at the moment, I've barely had time to think about MOVING HOUSE. It's quite a good strategy, I think. Hopefully I'll be able to flit through the whole house-selling-buying-upheaval in a Zen-like calm, while my mind is focussing on all my plans for the novel, and then one day I'll find myself in a removal van, and the whole thing will have happened without a single new stress wrinkle to show for it...
Oh, as if, we all know that won't happen, but I have thrown myself into a flurry of pre-publication activity anyway, which is all very exciting. I have ordered a thousand - a THOUSAND! - fliers to be printed, advertising the book signing. Does that seem a bit excessive? I've already roped in some mates to help distribute them far and wide - thank you, lovely friends, if you ever read this - so hopefully I can get them all given out. I've booked some advertising space in a local magazine too and bunged them a press release in the hope they'll do a review, too. AND I'm chasing up all the media contacts various people have given me. Another writer advised me to treat myself to a funky new pen for the signing - which I'm definitely going to do - but I'm also wondering if a new outfit for the occasion is acceptable as a business expense... What do you reckon? I mean, I can't just rock up there in my jeans, can I?
Must must must write lots of words today. Deadline looming at the end of the month for the sixth and final book in my Jake series. I haven't written a single word of it yet - well, unless the title and 'Chapter One' count - eeek. Last night, sank a few large G and Ts and brainstormed the plot with partner. Now all I have to do is write the thing. And STOP PROCRASTINATING ON THIS BLOG!
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