So I told you all how I'm taking that giant leap in to self-publishing. It's painful; honestly and truly painful. There is so much to do and so much to look at and at this point, every time I open up the file on my book I want to cry! Where is the book fairy who can take care of all of the editing nonsense for me??
Then there's the other things: websites, marketing, getting my name out there. I have some very loyal readers and friends here who have all said that they'd buy a copy of my book and for that I say a HUGE thank you. I look forward to selling those ten books and it's all very exciting but after that? Who knows!
So while I'm spinning around the house having a breakdown, we have something new going on around here - Ping Pong. Yes, Ping Pong. What tiny house with a mother losing her mind couldn't use some loud and obnoxious Ping Pong action?
Michael joined the Ping Pong club at school. I was VERY excited about this because he is not a joiner of anything so the fact that he wanted to join something was way cool. The problem? He'd only ever played it (and I use the term "played" loosely) twice. So we went out and bought a table-tennis type set that sets up on our dining room table and he and Frank have been having a blast.
Me? Not so much.
Last night we had a heinous storm here. The thunder and lightning were just out of control. We unplugged the computers and the TV's so there wasn't much else to do (well, I read) but play Ping Pong. After hearing them play Ping Pong while I made dinner. Nick actually has a REAL Ping Pong table and he was nice enough to have Michael over after church to play a little and have some brother-bonding time, which was very nice of him.
Those little plastic balls may have to start disappearing...