This is me today:


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I am exhausted and have decided to be completely lazy and irresponsible for the day instead of hopping straight into the pile of MTPC work I've fallen behind on in the last couple of crazy book-focused weeks. (Gunner's out of town anyway, so it's not like anything I do today would get looked at until later in the week anyway.)

Don't get me wrong, though I originally fell into it more or less by accident, I kind of enjoy self-publishing. I love the creative freedom, and I love, love, love designing and creating and making everything myself. Not just because I'm a total control freak (though I am), but because I really love, for instance, sitting in front of Photoshop for a few hours putting together an attractive cover (even if I have to do it multiple times) or searching around the internets for a nice (cheap or free) font to set the book in. I love knowing that the final product is, a to z, all mine. I mean, I'm not fantastic at the marketing part, but otherwise I probably enjoy putting things out on "Radiosilent Press" (my new imaginary small publisher) much more than I would just sending someone my manuscript to make into a book themselves.

But wow is it a lot of work for not much money! I don't think I've had a week this stressful since the week leading up to the Judiciary Committee hearing for the trans rights bill back in July. After staring at Word and Photoshop from the time I get up until 2 AM or later every day, I'm a little tired of the book, to be honest -- but, of course, now I have to get un-tired of it so I can sell the darn thing!

Still, it beats the heck out of writing cover letters and sending manuscripts all day, don't it?