Title: I’m Writing Book Two, Marketing Book One, and Somewhere in There I Have a Job (Send Help)

There’s a very specific level of delusion required to think, “You know what would be fun? Writing a second book while launching the first one and working full time.”

Hi. It’s me. I have that level of delusion.

6:00 AM — “I’m Going to Be Productive Today”

I wake up with the confidence of a woman who has absolutely no idea what her day is about to do to her.

Coffee in hand, I open my laptop, determined to write a life-changing chapter of Book Two.

I write… three sentences.

One of them is just:

“She stared at him.”

Groundbreaking. Pulitzer incoming.

8:00 AM — Full-Time Job Mode Activated

I clock in, transforming into a responsible adult who uses phrases like:

• “Let’s circle back.”

• “Per my last email.”

• “Please see attached.”

Meanwhile, my brain is like:

Okay but what if Ben is currently hiding something in a floorboard and we should definitely explore that instead?

I’m nodding in meetings while mentally plotting fictional crimes. Very normal. Very professional.

12:00 PM — Lunch Break = Marketing Panic

Instead of eating like a normal human, I open TikTok.

I tell myself:

“Just one quick video to promote Book One.”

Three hours later, I’ve:

• Filmed 7 takes of the same clip

• Forgotten how to blink naturally

• Questioned every life choice I’ve ever made

Caption idea #1:

“When you accidentally fall in love with the wrong man…”

Caption idea #2:

“He’s not toxic, he’s ✨misunderstood✨”

Caption idea #3 (unhinged):

“This man would ruin your life but like… respectfully.”

I post it and immediately refresh the app like my sanity depends on it.

3:00 PM — Existential Crisis (Scheduled Daily)

Sales? Unknown. Algorithm? Personal enemy. Motivation? Hanging on by a thread.

I whisper to myself:

“Maybe I should just… disappear and raise goats.”

But then I remember: I have a whole second book to emotionally destroy people with.

So I stay.

6:00 PM — “Time to Write Again”

I sit down, determined. Focused. Ready.

I open my manuscript…

…and immediately get distracted by:

• Googling “how to market a book without losing your mind”

• Rewatching my own TikTok 14 times

• Staring into space thinking about fictional men who have more red flags than a crime scene

8:00 PM — The Writing Finally Happens

Out of nowhere… it hits.

The scene. The tension. The chaos.

I’m typing like my life depends on it. Plot twists? Flying. Emotions? Wrecked. Characters? Making terrible decisions.

And I’m just sitting there like:

“Yes. This is it. This is why I do this.”

Also me five minutes later:

“Why are they like this? I created them. This is my fault.”

11:00 PM — Delusional Confidence Returns

I close my laptop, fully convinced:

• Book Two is going to be incredible

• Book One is going to take off any second now

• I absolutely have my life together

I do not.

Final Thoughts (From a Slightly Unhinged Author)

Writing Book Two while marketing Book One and working full time is basically:

• 10% writing

• 40% marketing

• 50% questioning everything

But also?

It’s building something out of nothing. It’s chasing a dream after a long day. It’s believing—maybe a little irrationally—that your story is worth telling.

And honestly…

I wouldn’t trade it.

…ask me again tomorrow, though.