The life of an author...

I don’t think there much commonality between the everyday lives of authors, not any more so than the lives of doctors or lawyers. Except for the fact that we wear pyjamas a lot and are usually awake and working after midnight and spend a lot of time worrying about our mental health, and such.
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FATAL ERROR on Amazon

But here’s how my day has panned out so far. You can see if it compares at all to yours.

I spend several hours creating and scheduling promotional tweets for the busy upcoming Black Friday and Cyber Monday sales that the Americans love. Since I have four books to promote and two twitter accounts to fill, that took a long time. I saved all the tweets I created because I intend to reuse them for next year’s post-U.S. Thanksgiving sales-arama.

I spent a few minutes re-watching my first-ever appearance on YouTube MY THANKSGIVING and responding to comments about the video clip. My friends and fans were generally complimentary about my rudimentary acting skills. My family? Not so much. I keep checking the YouTube “views” counter. At 92 views by mid-morning, I’ve come to concede that it’s not likely to go viral.

 

Every hour or so I check my Amazon sales ranking on all four books and check for new reviews. Today, my sales rankings are all slightly better than yesterday and there are no new reviews. Maybe this afternoon.

It’s past noon and I’m still in my pj’s for two legitimate reasons. The first being I’m not feeling well and the second being I keep longingly looking out the window at the freshly fallen snow thinking I want to go for a cross-country ski before I shower and get dressed.

I have open on my computer, the press release I’m working on. My daughter is on the other end of my cyberline using her PR expertise to help me—between diaper changes, feedings, naps, and scoldings.  I want to announce to the local media the release of FATAL ERROR, my upcoming author presentation at the library, and my scheduled presentation at the Alternate Education Centre.

Also open is my middle grade novel that my beta readers are pestering me to get published.  I spend yesterday researching possible homes for RAINBOW, and now want to do one final read-through/edit before preparing the submission.

I will have to do up several different pitches/cover letters/ resumes/ etc. to go along with the manuscript to ensure I meet each publishers’ differing submission guidelines. Only one publisher on my list of possibilities accepts e-submissions. This means I will have to do a lot of printing and packaging and spending-of-dollars-on-postage as well.

 

My Christmas cards are calling to me to get addressed so this morning I confirmed that I have printer labels—wouldn’t want to have to go back to hand-addressing them. I also need to draft up my annual Christmas message to include in the cards. I will remember to mention I was gifted two brand new granddaughters in 2012, released a new book, and am grieving the loss two family matriarchs. I will likely cry when I write that letter, somewhat like what is happening as I write this.

I will post this to my blog and then go for a ski. I need the fresh air and excerise, and the solitude and peace of a snow-bound forest.

Eileen Schuh, Author
FATAL ERROR
Schrödinger's Cat
THE TRAZ
www.eileenschuh.com

What a difference a year makes…

My last Thanksgiving post was all about looking forward. We announced we had a new grandchild on the way. We didn’t know it then, but that baby would be our first granddaughter. She arrived healthy and happy as the Mothers’ Day 2012 sun rose.

At the 2011 Thanksgiving dinner table, I was excited about having self-published THE TRAZ (my debut novel). As well, we toasted the release of my SciFi novella, SCHRODINGER’S CAT. The weather was warm, family and friends were around, and things were good.

Thanksgiving 2012 will be much different. Although, we eagerly anticipate the November arrival of our fourth grandchild, I’ll be doing more looking back, than looking forward. The weather is cloudy and cold. I have no turkey in my freezer, no plans to dine with family and friends. No invitations have been sent.

The summer of 2012 stole two great women from my life. Both my mother and mother-in-law passed within weeks of each other. Those empty places are still painfully empty, continually swallowing my ability to be social, to concentrate, to plan. To anticipate. To smile.

Yes, 2012 brought sorrows about which I never dreamed while sitting at that Thanksgiving table twelve months ago. However, it also fulfilled dreams—like the birth of my first granddaughter. And presented unexpected things—like a Imajin Books buying the publishing rights to both my self-published novel THETRAZ and its sequel (FATAL ERROR).

I cannot and will not say I’m not thankful this Thanksgiving, for I am. I’m very thankful for family and friends and the community that supported us throughout the sad summer. I’m thankful for the wonderfully warm September that allowed us to enjoy the outdoors, despite having lost our summer to grieving. I’m thankful that FATAL ERROR is at the proofers and will soon be on bookshelves and Kindles around the world.

No, it’s not that I’m not thankful, but more like I’m putting my joyous thoughts on hold for while—just a while…until I’m ready.

Perhaps come Monday, from somewhere a turkey will appear, roasting in the oven at the cabin. Maybe a glazed yam or two. A bouquet. Perhaps friends will gather. Perhaps…

Eileen Schuh,
Canadian Author

THE TRAZ eBook only $2.99 Paperback $9.99

SCHRÖDINGER'S CAT eBook only $2.99  Paperback $7.95

www.eileenschuh.com