You’ve got forty-eight new login passwords to sites you previously never even knew existed. You’ve been propelled, more like catapulted Monty Python-style, out of that blissful place known as your ‘comfort zone’ (with the tremors to prove it); and, you’ve swallowed your old sense of pride and self-respect like a cat plagued with an absurdly large hairball, which threatens to erupt on your next sneeze; because, let’s face it, you’ve unexpectedly become allergic to humility.
And, well, quite frankly, they say you’ve been seen wandering about the streets of your hometown muttering things like, “Hey, How are ya? Long time no see. Guess what? I’ve just released a book! A real book. Yes. For real!” (As if it were some creature you had trapped in a cage and suddenly decided to set free in the nearest woods).
And those innocent passersby, those victims of your walk-about mutterings, don’t respond, or they just smile wanly and give a quick wave to the ‘crazy lady’ before they cross to the other side of the street.
Now picture this.
You haven’t had this much fun in years.
If you’d known that self-publishing a novel and starting up a grass-roots, micro-publishing company were going to be this much fun, well…you would have done it a long time ago.
Thanks to those of you who haven’t yet crossed to the other side of the street.