The number 13 is an unlucky number for a lot of people.
My book has sold 13 copies! That’s the good news.
The bad news is that I consider 13 to be an unlucky number!
I have had a difficult weekend, spending most of it promoting the book via twitter and Facebook. At some point people are going to get fed up with me but until then I am milking it for all it’s worth to get people to notice and then buy my book.
When your as poor as I am then you have to do what you have to do to make some money!
The whole weekend has been spent in a state of exhaustion. Constantly being tired is not good especially if you’re short fused like me in terms of temper. Luckily most of the weekend has been spent on my own with Sheryl and the kids being out at the grandparents.
This means I have been taking my frustrations out on silly things like the keyboard almost going for a world record distance when it spells my words wrong. After all it is the keyboard making the mistakes and not me, right?
Of all the symptoms of depression the one that bothers me the most is the tiredness. It seems like I am tired for 20 hours a day! There is nothing worse than waking up and still feeling exhausted is there?
Give me about 2 hours after waking up and I will laying down again for an hours sleep!
So this week has started off with an exhausted moose! Only way is up from here!
In other news I have been completely taken off guard by some of the comments my book has received, on amazon it has two 5 star ratings and on twitter people have contacted me to say that they have enjoyed what they have read so far.
If only I could accept the praise it would be wonderful but that’s depression for you! The fact that people have taken the time to review the book or contact me is just unbelievable and in my moments of clarity I feel such an overwhelming feeling of pride that it is actually ME that is on the receiving end of praise.
By the way did I introduce you to Patch?
I gave in to Lilybet’s puppy dog eyes and we got given a doggie!
The good thing about having a dog is that I HAVE to go out now and take him for walkies, although it’s more a case of him taking me for a walk.
Apart from his morning walk, which I cannot do until visiting nature myself LOL, I take him out 2 times a day for a good long walk. This is a good thing for someone who has been known to only leave the house in emergencies only.
So I am making strides, although I’m hoping it doesn’t get to the point where I only leave the flat with Patch at at my side.
Who knows maybe next I will be swapping my “comfy trousers” for some that smell clean and fresh LOL