I have a confession to make. While I love writing books, I live in terror of them being released. I struggle to promote my own work and if I ever meet a fan, I usually close my eyes and try and conjure up a portal to a different world. Anywhere would do. For the longest time (aka 19 books) I thought it was just me being overly dramatic or lazy, but I’ve come to realize that it’s a form of social anxiety. As in, it’s a real thing.
The idea that my experiences actually have a name and that other people struggle with them too, has been a huge eye opener, and it’s what has prompted me to make some changes. The first of which is to look at how I celebrate my books. In the past I’ve usually minimized my achievements (while hiding behind a potted plant in case anyone sees me), but I’m determined to step out from behind the anxiety and be proud of this story.
So, here I am! This is my twentieth book release and to celebrate I will actively telling people about it, as well as buying myself a nice bottle of something cold and bubbly to toast the occasion. And while I’m sure I’ll still worry about whether people like it or not (and think I’m a fraud for even calling myself a writer) I’m not going to let that stop me from enjoying the moment, or from trying to connect with people
As part of this new (and less anxious) me, I’d like to celebrate by giving away a copy of Once in a Blue Moon. All you have to do is tell me if you’ve ever suffered from anxiety and what you’ve done to overcome it.