Okay, I've published 22 books and I'm nervous as all get out over the book due on shelves in a week. STILL IRRESISTIBLE is the title. The cover's pretty good, right? The story's emotional and has mystery and humor. All good. So what's the problem?
The women in my exercise classes recently have discovered I'm a writer and are clamoring to know when and where to find my next book. I told them and now they might buy and read the thing.
I feel like I do in those dreams where you show up at school stark naked. Completely, um, exposed. Will they like it? Will they tell me? What if no one says a word? Sounds ridiculous, doesn't it? Such is human nature, I guess.
And, speaking of human nature, I recently got hooked up on Twitter, Facebook, MySpace, and eHarlequin, chatting away like a maniac. As I face those "what are you doing now?" queries each morning, I realize how utterly boring I am.
What am I doing? The usual: Writing, fighting writing, worrying about writing, revising writing, with an occasional "waiting for word from my editor or agent on my writing."
Who wants to read about that?
Though when I accidentally deleted an hour's worth of new writing on a synopsis and reported it on Facebook, I got several frantic posts of concern, and suggestions to hit "control Z" before it was too late! Very sweet, I thought. People care about frustrations and loss and want to help where they can. I find that comforting.
What other updates scored major comment? My post-martini misery, my jones for Paradise Bakery cookies, and my sick cat. At least I know we all know what's important.
I had a blast with "20 random things about me," tagging friends and getting tagged back. I'm impressed with all the wisdom and wide-ranging life experiences my friends have had.
What are your favorite updates? Do social networks help you stay close or irritate the crap out of you?
Oh, and, what are you doing right now?