I’m bad at open doors.
Get twitchy around them.
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.
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.
Paint the hermit flabbergasted.