Okay, the initial high of becoming published has worn off much like the delicious afterglow of a good orgasm. Now the real work must begin.
"But how shall I do that, dear Henry, dear Henry?" (BTW, you're supposed to sing along to that dear Liza, dear Liza)
Oh wait, that reminds me! (picture me bouncing in my seat like a kid with ADD) the guy that plays King Henry the Eighth in The Tudors? Jonathan Ryse Myers? Totally a two on the Sham-Wow-O-Meter. . . .
But back to the point at hand. Now what?
I have to think of a way to begin this online promotion thing. I admit I am but a lowly hairdresser with the computer skills of a chimpanzee at times. (Please, if you are either a hairdresser or a primate reading this, do not be offended. Note the purple font.)
Examples of my lack of technical prowess: I deleted half of my final draft on accident and had no back-up. Computer store could not recover it but thankfully I had earlier drafts. It's all better now! :) Also, still don't have my wireless router hooked up because I can't figure out which hole the jack-thingy goes in.
In an effort to do something, I have begun to blog, and people actually read the first post, for which I am grateful but surprised. When I figure out where your blogs are and how to follow you I will return the favor. I was being snarky when I was knocking blogs. But there was no purple font yet.
I also have a friend helping me with a website where I will post myriads of hot men. Get your Sham-Wows ready!
However, I confess most days I feel like vegetarian staring blankly at the menu of a BBQ joint saying, "Um, does everything come with a side of dead animal?"
While I feel like a moron when I read all these cool things my fellow authors are doing I have decided not to let my ignorance get me down!!!! I am diving into the symbolic pool wearing that bikini and rocking more rolls than a bakery!
Look out cyber-world! Here I come!