Whyyyy

I tweeted about needing a cover artist

People replied

Haven’t felt that anxious in a very long time (except when I think about climate change or cancer….)

Then my husband is all offended because he wanted to do it. Oh really? Well sure I like the not having to pay for it part but he still πŸ‘πŸ» hasn’t πŸ‘πŸ» read πŸ‘πŸ» the πŸ‘πŸ» book soooooooooooooooooooo

I need to make an author website and make a cover and a map. Then when I’m done with the editor I guess it’s proofreader time? But when do betas get it? I had two dudes offer on twitter, but do I trust them? I need to because it’s such a valuable service but ahhhhhhhhhh

It’s so upsetting and I don’t know why, because my last therapy session was almost all just my husband, which he needs but like eh

Need a website

Need beta readers

Need a cover and synopsis that will sell

Need to learn to market my book so writing it for all these years isn’t a fucking waste

I feel luckier to have found my therapist than my husband. I mean, respectively, that is. Having a good husband means way way more to me, but out of therapists my therapist is a more one in a million kind of guy.

And he’s like, old. Old old. Like beyond my father in years. I refuse to bang dudes past 2 years older, because I have weird daddy issues. I’d make an exception for Professor Gates, because I just yearn for that guy, but yeah.

I mention all of this because it’s nice knowing I’m not just letting a shit guy into my life because I’m lonely and I’m convincing myself all of his many many faults aren’t giant red flags, because I have so done that, so many times. Why am I always so drunk.

Im going to stress write synopses until I have a fucking compelling one.

Goddamn it

Goddamn it all

~Cassie

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