I’ve published…now what?

Emotionally, I feel as if its a few days after Christmas…when the excitement from the holiday is gone and we’re searching for something to be excited about. I published my first book…as you know. I was so excited about the process…proofing the manuscript (which I now know I did a crap job at because as I’ve read through the published book, I’ve seen far too many mistakes), seeing the cover I had designed, and then finally seeing it for sale on Amazon.com. It was a dream of mine to become a published author, and now I have…though maybe not a good one.

I think I’m having an identity crisis right now, but I’m sure I’m not the only person who goes through something of the sort. It feels cathartic to talk about it, which is why I’m posting this because it feels selfish to say anything to my family about it. They’ve been supportive, but they have their own things going on and I’m not generally a whiny person. Well…except here on this page.

In an attempt to get passed the feelings, I’ve started on my second book, but it’s slow going. It’s about a cop who meets a college-aged guy…eleven years his junior. The characters are great, in my opinion, and the challenges they face are as well…I hope! I’m going to find an editor because I don’t want to make the same mistakes I made with “Loving the Bull Rider.” The story is great…I want to be sure I tell it perfectly so as not to take away from it in any way. Finger’s crossed!!



Published by Sam E. Kraemer

I grew up in the rural Midwest before moving to the East Coast with a dashing young man who swept me off my feet, and we've now settled in the desert of Nevada. I write M/M contemporary romance, subgenres: sweet low angst, age-gap, cowboys, mysteries, and military/mercenary to name a few. I am a firm believer in "Love is Love" regardless of how it presents itself, and I'm a staunch ally of the LGBTQIA+ community. I have a loving, supportive family, and I feel blessed by the universe and thankful every day for all I have been given. I’m old enough to know how to have fun, but too old to care what others think about my definition of a good time. In my heart and soul, I believe I hit the cosmic jackpot. Cheers!

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