Parlor Poetry is almost a month old now. I've sold a good number of copies, both in eBook, paperback, AND two hardcovers. And I have precisely one review. One. No words, just stars. But at least it's a 5-star.
Well. We're all (landlord, spouse, cat, and me) playing the waiting game for the well company to get to us. We're just a work order on a stack of them, and I know these places pull from the bottom of the stack first. But they promised by Friday.
Okay Plurkapotomassuses... I set up an Instagram account. While grumbling. But I'm caving in because authors gotta promote. Also did TikTok. I don't even know myself anymore.
Well. The well isn't well. The indoor holding tank is now replaced, but pressure isn't building. We need to muddle through to Monday when a Well Person will well and truly replace the pump.
So I have a photo of a photo of a long-lost original from 1975, during my modeling-finishing school days. No other copies still exist. Made me sad because it was a favorite. The flash went off on the camera and it's basically a wrecked memory.