Not that there's anything WRONG with that. Not judging roadkill appreciators. There could be a real lucrative roadkill performance art market that I could tap into. Note to self. Writing down for later investigation.
SOOO, it appears that the cover image will be changing. I'd still like to go with the “spooky crow/bird spooking you out in front of a spooky scary sunset” kind of thing, but of course that will depend on what I can dig up in the creative commons, royalty free, no-pay-for-cool-images places I frequented yesterday. I'm cheap. No...fiscally creative! There's a bunch of great pics on those sites...just gotta figure out what I can format to the appropriate size...6 by 9 inches, specifically...and have it still look eye-poppingly stupentacular. All of those are words, now.
I'm tired, this morning. I got an average amount of sleep, but I'm still tired. Must be a sleep exerciser.
I learned some more about stuff I have to do AROUND the core of the editing stuff I'm already doing. Trying to appear like I have my shit together enough to hit a publish date that I have to figure out. I'm still pretty back-patting that I got the manuscript done in the month I was aiming for...but yeah, if you're self-publishing, know that there's a mountain behind the already-impressive-molehill. But, I hear there's a party at the summit, so on we go.
Wha...huh...leave me alone, monster-that's-shaped-like-my-fledgling-career-as-an-author!!!
Oh man...it was just a dream. Or...was it???
Back to work.