oh the things we could have done, if we only took the first step.
Yet here I am, a city deer starring at the blurring headlight sun, one foot hanging, delicately balancing, refusing to take the first step.
I had a lot of plans this year, plans which I have absolutely sucked at. Life, my impossible high standards, and fate aside (it’s been on heck of a year emotionally), I have made inlets this year: poems and plays published, a job in teaching, another prospective job (I’ll blog about it later) in teaching play-writing to little nugs, work beginning on my graphic novel as well as my kid’s books (yay!!!!) and an ever growing blog audience (you guys rock).
…But there’s on thing I linger on…….
Releasing my ebook of plays.
It’s been available on the Nook now for a month, maybe two. Tucked away, unpublicized by my fear of something.
And the insane thing, I don’t much care how much money I make. It’s low priced, I might even put it a bit lower.
All I really want if for people to read my previously published plays and maybe, if they like them, throw up a show of their own.(Though a bit of an extra income is always nice as well.)
I need to release it and move on. I need to figure if five people buy it and read it, it was worth the effort of editing and the pain of my ego.
I think I’m going to do it this week.