Have I told you lately how great I am?

Everybody says I gotta do it, but self-promotion ain't easy.

I’m a writer, for God’s sakes, a person who is at her best spinning wild fantasies alone in a room while indulging in demonic laughter or heartfelt tears. I spend my time communing with characters, the kind of people that most of you believe don’t really exist.

I wasn’t brought up to brag. I was brought up to say nice things about others but never about myself.

Besides, I’m the sensitive sort. When I’m telling you about how great my book is, I will notice by the rise of your eyebrow, the twitch of your lip or that slight glaze in your eyes that you really don’t believe me.

  

I’m so sensitive I even have trouble promoting myself to my own characters and they’re supposed to be my creations and do what I say. (Of course, they do tend to be cheeky and they’re never too shy to tell me to shut up).

             

I feel down deep inside that if something is meant to happen, it will. I like to set my creations free and let them make their own way in the world.

In fact, I believe the best communication plan is to sit by the phone and wait for it to ring. Whatever will be will be.

Problem is this isn’t working.

So I guess I gotta get down and dirty and self-promote like everybody else.

Hey, have I told you lately how great I am?