The past week has been a blur. Not a blur of activity, nor from a week-long drunken binge, but a blur of sustained excitement, anxiety and also self-inflicted boredom.

The bordeom comes from a needy compulsion to repeatedly refresh certain webpages, looking for feedback. Biting my nails. Hoping that "they" liked it.

So far, "they" have, and "they" have been lovely. I've had encouraging feedback, and have seen people I don't know, who have paid for my work go out and recommend it to others (and only with the slightest of begging from me for them to do so! Hah!). It's a bit surreal, really.

Also, blogging isn't for me. I'm having to talk about myself a lot to sell my book, but I don't want to (talk, that is, not *not* sell my book. Eeek!). I'm boring, but I've written a funny story. Read that, not me! :-P

But what next? Some more Twitter followers would be nice. But that's a chicken and egg thing...I'm not tweeting due to lack of followers, and maybe they're not following due to a lack of tweets. Feels stupid to tweet to an empty room, but I guess I'll have to do so. I think the Twitter account will work better if there end up being a pile of people out there waiting for a second novel. Another surreal thought.

Time to investigate other outlets besides Amazon, I think. And to walk the edge of the blade that is forum self-promotion. People trying to sell you things. Yep, it makes my top ten pet hates, so Im sorry, but, would you buy my book? ;)