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Twas the Night before Release...

Twas the night before release and all through the house, every creature was stirring, even all the fish in the house.


There are only a few hours before book number two goes live. I must admit that there is something amazing and scary about that. It took forever for me to let go of book one and show it to the world. Now it seems that book two is sprinting out the door fast behind it. I learned so much about formatting and uploading to promotional sites the first time, that this round went so much smoother. Now, I feel like I am forgetting something.


Amazon... oh you dear sweet and yet evil creature. For the first book we had several growing pains... margins, page bleeds, cover issues... we were not meshing well. I still have the small bump on my forehead where I banged my head a few times on the table in frustration. This time though... you took everything in one shot, and you got it right. I am having all the feels now, thanks.


Draft2Digital... You are my favorite of them all. You format my books beautifully and give me a PDF version that Amazon likes. I would send you chocolates and flowers if I could.


IngramSpark... We got along better this time. I was so anxious about setting up book two. I remember spending several days back and forth with issues on book one, but this time... POOF my book was approved. I hope that this will be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Don't screw it up.


For all you new authors out there let me reassure you now, it will get easier. I learned so much from book one to book two, it was leaps and bounds a different experience this time. I wasn't crying into my bowl of ice cream about getting the book listed, my poor editor didn't have quite so much clean up to do and this social media thing is getting easier. Keep learning. Keep trying to better yourself. In the end it will give you time back so much time and sanity.


So, here we are just a few hours away from going live for Images of Devotion. Hubby is on the couch waiting for me with the dog, and the fish are glaring at me for still having the big light on while I type away. I am still wound up tight like an eight year old the night before going to Disneyland, but I wouldn't trade this for anything. I just hope my mind gets off this panicking thought of forgetting something.



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