Holy shitballs, y’all, I actually met a life goal during Coronacation. I’m a published author! Okay, self-published. So far only the Kindle version. With a few formatting errors I couldn’t work out or that just appeared after hitting the publish button (I swear). It might not even be very good. Hard to tell after looking at it so much. Wait, is this Imposter Syndrome or am I just being realistic? No idea right now.
In between giant bowls of Cap’n Crunch and binge-watching Shameless on Netflix, I finally got out of my head what I wanted to say about the weird world of living where you work. I keep thinking I should have said more on some topics and less on others, but oh well. It’s done. As soon as I figure out the Amazon manuscript template, the print version will be done as well but the bottom line is I DID IT. I am relieved that I could do something during the pandemic besides stress eat, internally scream during Teams meetings, and walk the dog.
I’m not very good at promoting my side hustles but this exists for Kindle at the moment, should you imagine that it is a thing that might interest you. If you have ever “lived the residence life” you might relate.