You would think after 7 release days, it would get easier. It doesn’t. I still freak the fuck out as soon as my book is live, knowing that people are reading the words I wrote. I haven’t thrown up yet, but the day is still young.
Last night, my awesome cousin met me up at the bar for some drinks so I could calm my nerves.
After a few of these and a shot, we may or may not have started talking very loudly about threesomes and penis. In other news, the guys sitting next to us decided I was awesome and they would all buy my books.
Then, I got home and sent Lola Stark some awesome drunk selfies while I stalked Amazon and Barnes and Noble and tried not to freak out that I was sitting on my front porch at 1am and could hear coyotes fighting and I was pretty sure someone was coming to kill me.
The murderous coyotes didn’t chew off my face, thank God.
Today, instead of getting a massage or something equally as awesome to celebrate release day, I get to pick my kids up early from school and take them to the dentist. Who the fuck scheduled this? Oh wait, that would be me.
So, pick up your copy of Love and Lists or I’ll make you take my kids to the dentist.
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/Love-and-Lists-Chocoholics-ebook/dp/B00EG8U5S4/ref=la_B008B6LBLM_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380636879&sr=1-8
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/love-and-lists-tara-sivec/1117005303?ean=2940148746430