In which Deb Kristina is not complaining (not much, anyway)

Here's my revelation about being published: you don't walk around in a cloud of stardust every minute.

Eventually, it gets routine, even dull. Being a published author starts to feel ordinary, because, well, it is ordinary when you're in it.

Mind you, I'm a positive, upbeat person, so much so that I strongly suspect certain people have wanted to punch me in the nose.

However. Even I, the original Pollyanna, have my not-great days as a published author. As I said in a thread at the writing community