A few years ago, I was working on a show that was a particularly…trying process. Everyone was great. It was just a whole bunch of weird things piled up to the point that we didn’t have the entire cast on stage until the first dress rehearsal.
At the end of the night, the owner of the theatre walked into notes and gave the most rousing and honest speech I have ever heard. “Well kids, we got through the f**ker.”
It may not seem like much, but when you’re fighting to make things work, survival is the most important thing. And if you make it to the other side and no one has quit, died, or spontaneously combusted, it’s a win.
Through a twist of fate, I ended up spending the How I Magically Messed Up My Life in Four Freakin’ Days release day sans wi-fi with barely a 4G connection to spare on my phone.
Did I panic? Only for a minute.
Then I did what any girl who has spent three summers in Alaska would do and called all the breweries in the area to figure out who had wi-fi.
Boom. Really quite amazing food and beer, and brilliant wi-fi!
But no outlets.
That’s when real panic set in. I could almost get my phone to work, but I had spent hours on Canva, making posts that would not download to my phone!
Fine, ditch the Canva, just post in the super awesome Facebook party and trust the fantastic guest authors to be utterly charming.
And they were! We had better participation than any other Facebook party I have been a part of or hosted, despite my awful connectivity and lack of power source!
Not only that, but How I Magically Messed Up My Life in Four Freakin’ Days launched without a hitch and already has twenty ratings on Goodreads!
So while I may have given myself an ulcer in a three-hour period, Bryant Adams lives and…
Well kids, we got through the f**ker.