I’m at Trimble Park, one of my favorite campgrounds, and I spent all day yesterday on the computer, fighting to post Cici in the various places that I publish books. All the usual suspects, in other words, including Google Play, which honestly has such a ridiculously bad interface that I’m not sure it’s worth the bother. I kept telling myself that I should just wait until I went back to my dad’s house because internet is a lot faster when it’s not a cell connection, but I guess I felt persistent.
By evening, it was up in most spots — not Apple, of course, because Apple takes forever and a day — so I went ahead and sent an email to my mailing list. This morning I posted to Facebook, my three different pages, and paid $5 for an ad, so that people might actually see the post, and now I’m posting to my blog, and then I will be done with publishing Cici. This is why I’m really not a very good self-publisher — one is supposed to do all kinds of marketing, release day promotions, newsletters, giveaways, ad campaigns, blah-blah-blah. Does knowing what one is supposed to do and not doing it mean that one is: a) bad at business, b) rebellious in all the wrong ways, c) lazy? All three, obviously. But Cici is available for purchase, so at least I’m getting the “Step One: Write a Book, Step Two: Publish It” part of self-publishing right.
Meanwhile, it is raining. Not heavily, but persistently. The main reason why I am sitting in this lovely campground is to dump the tanks and I cannot express how unenthusiastic I am about doing that in the rain. Also, I left stuff outside which is now going to have to come into the van and be wet and drippy inside. Sigh. But! The good news is that it’s a lovely tropical summer-feeling rain, so I should be counting my blessings. And I need a shower, anyway, so probably I should just enjoy it. But sewage in the rain always seems to smell more: psychological, I think, not real, but still.
And the clock is ticking, so I guess I can give up on the rain stopping before I pack up. It’ll be good for me, right? Right.
I just finished reading it. In my Amazon review, I said it was a delightful read. Now I just realized that is the word on the cover and I wonder if somehow that word got into my subconscious. But it was truly a delightful read. Is it too soon to ask for a sequel?
Ha! Thank you so much for the review and I’m so glad you liked it. And I can’t think about a sequel until I finish the sequel that I’ve had owed for four years now. But I admit, when I tried to give it a very closed-off ending, I failed. Cici definitely feels like a character with more story. Well, and so does the Curator, who is still quite mysterious, and so does Romeo!
I have to laugh as I read your mind flitting back and forth. I can visualize the rain outside and remember the times when we were camped and it was raining and we had to bring something in from outside. Never enough old towels on hand to handle a nasty wet mess. And I have to agree that dumping your tanks in the rain really does smell worse than normal. Not a favorite task at any time!
I’m glad it’s not just me! I don’t mind dumping the tanks, I’m too used to it to care, but I really don’t like doing it in the rain. Being splashed with water when you’re handling sewage is inherently icky, even if the water is coming down from the sky!
LOL Amen!
Got it! Now to find time to read it.
I hope she entertains you!
Just finished Cici. Loved it and for sure want more. Your characters are consistently so great – I would be happy reading about them doing anything.
No pressure for a sequel though. This sounds cheesy but happy to wait for however long it takes. I read way too many forgettable books. Your books always stick with me.
I’m gonna read it again this weekend.
Thank you so much! That’s a lovely comment to wake up to this morning. 🙂 I appreciate both the sentiments and the lack of pressure! Cici was awfully fun to write, but I really do want to write Fen now, because she was fun to write, too, and I feel like if I can get back into her, it will be very satisfying to be playing in that world for a while.