Yeah Kimmy!
Yes, I was a lump under my covers this morning. Scott left ass early in the morning to go to a sub job. He was wigging out from waking up late, so I hopped up made the coffee and packed his lunch. I was going to drift off, but I started sipping my coffee. I made a TV tunnel in the blankets and turned on Netflix. The dog and the cat played pet tetris with my curled up body. We all settled in for a quick 5 episode binge of the new season of Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt. Seriously, I love you Tina Fey.
I was in a weird place this week. I decided to hide for a bit and regroup. This morning I decided 'Fuck Friday' they can do it without me. The boys and I watched 2.5 hours of Kimmy. I found my Happy Smurf again. I cleaned, walked the dog, bought lunch at Hole Mole. I wasn't even bummed I forgot to wear my Fitbit for my little walking spree.
I wrote my newsletter, updated my service menu on Styleseat, and posted art pics on my massagebyeda instagram account. That's a lot of computer work for me. I usually avoid my laptop like it has VD or something.
I do have to thank Chelsea Handler for embracing my inner tacky bitch. I read her book Uganda be kidding me. I loved it. Her staccato unashamed style emboldened me to metaphorically flash my tits to the world on my blog.
I need to reformat my book on Blurb, so I can publish a paperbook on Amazon. It looks great. It reminds me of the old Beverly Cleary books. I did the cover in white, and all illustrations in black and white. I think it makes the pen and ink drawings mom did really pop. I'm excited, but I need to finish it.
I'm going to do a free GoodReads book giveaway and do a link on my author facebook page. After that, I plan to research local bookstores where I can do live readings of my book. Maybe do a few open mic nights. If feasible. I mean I'm not going to do it if they are going to throw shit at me.
I'm probably going to have to buy a few boxes of books to send signed editions to friends and family. I have to remind myself this is a growing experience and I will not suck at this forever...
I was in a weird place this week. I decided to hide for a bit and regroup. This morning I decided 'Fuck Friday' they can do it without me. The boys and I watched 2.5 hours of Kimmy. I found my Happy Smurf again. I cleaned, walked the dog, bought lunch at Hole Mole. I wasn't even bummed I forgot to wear my Fitbit for my little walking spree.
I wrote my newsletter, updated my service menu on Styleseat, and posted art pics on my massagebyeda instagram account. That's a lot of computer work for me. I usually avoid my laptop like it has VD or something.
I do have to thank Chelsea Handler for embracing my inner tacky bitch. I read her book Uganda be kidding me. I loved it. Her staccato unashamed style emboldened me to metaphorically flash my tits to the world on my blog.
I need to reformat my book on Blurb, so I can publish a paperbook on Amazon. It looks great. It reminds me of the old Beverly Cleary books. I did the cover in white, and all illustrations in black and white. I think it makes the pen and ink drawings mom did really pop. I'm excited, but I need to finish it.
I'm going to do a free GoodReads book giveaway and do a link on my author facebook page. After that, I plan to research local bookstores where I can do live readings of my book. Maybe do a few open mic nights. If feasible. I mean I'm not going to do it if they are going to throw shit at me.
I'm probably going to have to buy a few boxes of books to send signed editions to friends and family. I have to remind myself this is a growing experience and I will not suck at this forever...
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