Feeling a bit Down

Being at home with the pandemic seems to make me very sensitive to the weather. Today, in Saint Paul, it's warm, but overcast, and I'm feeling a bit gloomy myself. 

Once Mason is awake, I hope to go on a big explore with him. We haven't done that since he was a kid and... well, even though distance learning starts for Saint Paul Schools today, we've got the time. St. Paul is attempting asynchronous learning, which most online course are? The whole idea that you can do them at your own time/pace, so long as you do the work by whatever deadline. This has given my teen much joy, as he would much rather sleep in until after ten, at the very least.

I'm also bummed because, while I know all of you have done your part, the pre-orders for Unjust Cause have not been stellar so far. I am, of course, blaming myself. I have no idea who reviews paranormal romance any more and, of course, Precinct 13 came out in 2012, which is, let me do the math:  A LONG TIME AGO. So, no one is exactly clamoring for the next book in the series.  

But this fuels my "I am not woooorrrrthy" feels, which I have been struggling with since Penguin dropped me in, oh, let's see, 2012.  

I just spent several minutes trying to find paranormal romance/urban fantasy reviewers out there. If you know of any who might review my book, please let me know and I will pass that on to my publisher. 

I'm also going to see if I can figure out how to do a live-stream reading of my book.

But, yeah, between this and a general (obvious) sense of doom and gloom, and some conversations that just depressed me today because they highlighted a certain kind of selfishness that I find annoying, I'm thinking very hard about crawling back into bed and hiding.

Oh, and my coffee shop closed its doors, even to curbside deliveries now.

F*ck.

Please share good news, if you have some!