I got book 2 back from my editor and my computer decided to be a punk about it

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I got my MS back for book 2!

So I quickly contacted my cover artist, set up a battle plan for the launch, made a rough guess as to when the book will release, started making a to-do list of everything I need to get the book ready, (proper chapter headings and numbering, glossary, dedication page, works published, about the author, etc...), when to start working on the blurb, and then I went to download the MS so I could begin another long journey to publication.


First thing was to download the MS from my e-mail. My stone age computer took ten minutes to open up to the google page, and then it said it was unresponsive. So another ten minutes to try again. And then ten minutes to get to the e-mail page, another ten to sign in, and then five to download the MS, and then it wouldn't open, so I had to download it again, but open it from a different area, and then the mouse was skipping all over the place so I couldn't start applying edits.


I had to banish the computer to the time out corner so it could think about what it had done.

I'm writing this on someone else's computer, if you'd like to know.

And since book 2 is coming out, you had better read the first book so you won't be confused. It'll be like nothing you have ever read before. If you like Native American, then why not, right?

This link is in the US store, but the book is available world wide.




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