My 1-Year Bookiversary (and, Get It for Free This Week)
unfussy mom Jacqueline Fisch
It’s my bookiversary! Totally not a thing, but run with this for a second with me, will you?
Last year, on this date, I published my first book - Unfussy Mom: Simplifying your life, staying [mostly] sane, and working like a boss. I’ve learned A LOT since then.
Some people are surprised when they learn I wrote a book, they’re all, “Why didn’t you tell me?” and I’m all, “Oh hi, I’m Jacq and I wrote a book, wanna be my friend?”
Talking about my book hasn’t gotten any easier.
I had a lofty goal of publishing one book a year. Lofty is right, there’s no book this year – but there are two 10,000-word drafts in my “books in progress” folder, some cool guest posts, a few writing nights, speaking gigs, and lots and lots of writing and ghostwriting.
Asking people to review your book is even more uncomfortable than telling people I wrote one. I did it once and never did it again.
All the smart authors know that you shouldn’t read reviews. I only have 5 reviews, and yes, I did read them – because, curiosity. They’re all good but one. One was a PBCAC issue (problem between computer and chair).
Just keep writing. It doesn’t matter how good it is.
I still don’t want to do a book signing because – what if no one shows up? Very real possibility you guys.
My book is not mine, and it’s not my baby. At first, I looked at Unfussy Mom like giving birth to a baby. This was totally wrong. It’s not a baby. Elizabeth Gilbert in an interview said you could punch her book in the face and it wouldn’t hurt its feelings. You wouldn’t punch a baby. My book is not my baby. Punch it in the groin. Punch it in the face. No one gets hurt.
I didn’t write it for you. I wrote it for me. Writing is cheap therapy. I just decided to publish it for you to read – if you so desire.
Publishing a book doesn’t make you an instant millionaire. Ah, snap!
On that note, you can get the Unfussy Mom eBook for free ALL motherloving week long. Tell your best friend, tell your sister, tell your brother. Just kidding – don’t tell your brother – this book isn’t really for him. Get it here.
