- A dining table covered in copies of my novel, divided into stacks depending on destination (i.e., those that have to be mailed, those that go to people in my homeschool group, those that go to family members, etc.).
- Moments when I sit down and go, "Oh, crap. This is real," followed by a grin that just won't stop.
- Moments when I sit down and go, "Oh, crap. This is real," followed by a complete and total panic attack where I find myself muttering the words, "What have I done? What have I done?"
- Stacks of printed out emails detailing information about what I must send to have my guest post or interview featured on various blogs. Staring at those stacks also can lead to muttering, "What have I done? What have I done?"
- A notebook filled with scribbled down ideas for marketing that all seemed quite brilliant and plausible at the moment they were scribbled down, but now seem nothing short of ludicrous.
- A major head cold.
- Obsessive checking to see if my book has shown up yet on Amazon (yes!) and Barnes & Noble (no...).
- Obsessive checking for the posting of reviews on the aforementioned sites.
- The realization that I have approximately 4,872 profiles on various websites/forums/etc to update with my current publishing information. This is accompanied by shooting pain in various body parts.
- Post-it notes friggin' everywhere.
- A house that desperately needs cleaning. That is a symptom I managed to take care of yesterday, but it will be back. Oh, yes, it will be back...
- A completely neglected Facebook page.
- And last, but certainly not least--the joy that comes with emails from people telling me how much they loved reading Finding Angel.
So, hopefully I can at least manage most of those symptoms, getting rid of the annoying ones (like the head cold--I hate not being able to breathe!) but keeping the good stuff.
