Getting Meh About Self-Promotion

Somehow it seems wrong to self-promote at Christmastime. Christmas is so not about self. Hence, I'm slowing way down/losing momentum, focus, and steam on the publicity train. Not necessarily a bad thing, as a fellow author reminded me this morning in an email: 

"When we get what we want, we'll just want something else. We have a constant 'I want' down deep in our souls, but in today's world, with our basic needs taken care of, we don't know what else we want. Enter materialism, a shiny, attractive dead end. You need to find more substantial goals, like getting to work on the next book." (Richard O'Connor)

So . . . I've officially started the next book. (Really the third book. Mumsi was the second. The first, October Bell, still hasn't been pushed from the nest yet.) There is fog; there is/are a baboon/baboons and a garden. That's it for now.

Having said that, I did compose a letter to be sent to a children's literature site editor tomorrow and visited a bookstore that sells my book and nosed around, placing two lions strategically near my books. . . . shameless. Oh, well, perhaps I'm not that meh after all.