I’m bad at open doors.

Get twitchy around them.

Anxiety flares.

Panic swells.

By the time I slam the door shut and shove a couch up against the darn troublesome thing, I am ugly, breathless and so mad at myself I could spit.

But…

Self-publishing requires open doors.

Not for when opportunity comes knocking, but when you see it walking by. No time to move the couch when you’ve got to tackle a lead to the ground.

So, I tackled The Maryland Sports Blog and am now a reporter for them.

Really.

Paint the hermit flabbergasted.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe