The dance. Juggling writing ,editing, dreaming, and checking sales.

Adding the final touches to the second novel in my series, Hidden, has been unexpectedly difficult. I wish I would have waited until I'd written everything and put it all out at once because now I am a slave to the dance.

One step up: I turn on my laptop and my manuscript is staring at me as usual since I never close it. Three steps back: I realize everything I wrote the previous day is heinous and I go at said manuscript with virtual scissors. Two steps up: I undo those changes and paste things I have cut in a new place or in a file to save for when I am a lot less insane.

Progress right? All a part of the process.

But that would be easy. Now, since I've so boldly published my novel on Amazon, I've added a few side steps, twirls, and dips - checking reviews, likes, and sales.

And now I'm dizzy. Now I'm distracted. Now I'm not writing ... because I want to pub and join things and lets not forget that I am first a reader and have purchased some good pickins' I just haven't had a chance to open. And I won't even mention my real job.

So when does the dance end? I've finally figured it out. I do not have superpowers like my character, as much as I would like them, and staring at Amazon and joining a trillion websites instead of writing this darn book will not keep that units sold 'a tickin.

Besides, I can't imagine a more profitable book promotion than putting out more work.

So back to writing. And hopefully reading. I've a few burning a hole in my kindle, just waiting for me  to settle down.