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Stress Eating? Stress Sleeping?

When I woke up this morning I had an intense craving for ice cream.  Vanilla.  I can’t remember the last time I afforded myself some ice cream.  I wondered if I even had any in the house.  I went of search of it, and found it in the freezer from Christmas.  It had a little freezer burn but I needed it.  I had three huge over-lapping tablespoons full.  Then I helped myself to some Miralaxed coffee.

I’m not a stress eater, in fact I go the opposite way.  I’ve actually lost 20 lbs. in stressing over my foot and weaning off as many of my preventative migraine drugs as possible.  And not a lick of exercising in there with this darned foot.

Not that I don’t have stress.  Usually when my one brother calls it’s because he’s A) scared; B) needs money, or C) both.  Seeing dysfunctional siblings’ names pop up on the caller ID makes us C R I N G E.  So I go to bed instead of eating, which is a better thing.  Remember how many times I’ve said, “it’s so much safer in bed?”  Yesterday was one of those phone call days that made me not want to eat, maybe that’s why I needed the sweet ice cream today.

Photographer

Photographer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Tomorrow I have to go for a headshot of myself.  Hysterical!  I’m headed to a conference in May where I will be selling my books (self-publishing means I have to self-market), and Buffalo Barbie insists I have headshots done in case I want a poster of myself or need to submit a headshot (which I do).  This is getting a bit much.  She knows me well though, and knows I don’t feel very comfortable doing it.  So she said I should have “props” to make the pic fun and less serious.

So you wait, you’ll see the results soon.  I hope the photographer takes his medications in the morning.

 

 

I SELF-PUBLISHED MY HOBBY

book cover

After a few friends encouraged me to try to publish my blogs into a book, I decided about six months ago to go for it.  I figured what have I got to lose except face?  I took a few writing classes in NYC as well as “how to get published” classes.  After finishing those classes, I realized A) I do not want to go through the process of writing and submitting pitch letters to hundreds of publishers; and B) it would be unlikely any of them would take the bait.

So I looked more into self-publishing – google “self-published authors, you’d be surprised.   I always considered self-publishing as an egotistic cop out.  I still think it is.  But it was more of a goal for me to reach.  So I’ve reached it.  Plus, my dearest Auntie has the dedication and one of her favorite poems she authored is printed in the back.  She’s always been there for me, when my own parents were not.

To get started on this project, my friend, Joanne, read two full years out of three of my blogs and told me which ones were decent enough to put in a book and which ones were not.    Then I looked into about four different self-publishing companies.  I found they were all very expensive after reading the fine print.  So what, I’m worth it, right?  To reach my goal?  I had it professionally edited twice, a book cover designed, blurbs professionally written up for the back cover, etc.  The whole nine yards.

Most of my pictures were taken with a cell phone, so they were only 72 dpi, which means some look like crap, but some don’t!  (By the way, that’s where the expense comes in, printing my images, I have a lot.)

So since I will only make $1.00 on each book, humor me and go out and buy about 20 for yourself so I can start to re-coop my losses, K?

Thanks.  Click here for Amazon.com link.

PS:  I’ve had better pics taken of me for the cover, but we finally just closed our eyes and picked one.