Skip to main content

Burnout Diaries (It's as if they read my mind)


So, I'm pretty sure it was kismet that Janna Donovan and I met at the Louisville Book Festival a week ago. She presented at a panel "Writing about Hard Things with Humor and Resilience." 

That panel seemed to call to me. Janna and I connected one-on-one after her presentation, and I was able to tell her about leaving my corporate career in late 2021, and how the Burnout and Work Stress nearly 
killed me, too. 

She's my soul sister. We met for coffee yesterday and talked through her work as a therapist and my journey to find new footing. She also gave me a ton of information about her journey into self publishing - everything from her editors contact info (hey Dustin!) to her cover artist experience. She also described what it was like working with Ingramspark to print the beautiful books - seriously, the best look and feel I have ever seen or touched when it comes to a self published book.



 
Book I Haven't Read Yet: Burnout Diaries (How Work Stress Almost Killed Me) by Janna Donovan

Why I Haven't Read it Her book is still on my TBR list, because I haven't finished Nora's Bad Vibes Only yet, and I still have to read a Book Club book before the end of the month. I need to get on it. My podcast listening has taken over my book reading time. 

Should You Read it? If you're stressed at work, I'd say heck yeah!


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

fetal friday?

I know that I left everyone hanging yesterday. You know, when I went to pee on that stick. (That was mean of me. Not the peeing, but the leaving hanging.) Well, I think the big reveal is best expressed in letter form. Deep breath. Here goes. dear unborn baby daughter son or daughter, I take it back. I take back everything I said about not wanting kids. I was just scaredspice, and the slightest bit selfish, and maybe I had a giant fear of commitment. But, three positive test results in the last eighteen hours seem to say that you actually are in there, getting all comfy. I guess you'll probably be here in mid-December. I never thought about having a Christmas baby. (You've really put a wrench in my whole taking-maternity-leave-during-the-NCAA-tournament plan, but that's okay. At least it's basketball season. Don't tell Daddy yet, but you are going to cheer for the Indiana Hoosiers.) Speaking of Daddy, I take back all the mean things I've ever sa...

in which i have a birthday and a giveaway

The blogger as a child. p.s. it's my birthday. And people at Starbucks like me. (I did get this for free, but it was not for the benefit of my blog.)  (Obvi, it was a gift .) There's a cupcake in that box! There's a hazelnut latte in that cup! In other news, I'm having a 100 Followers/ It's my birthday giveaway. You should enter. I'm giving away the following goodies: 1. A $25.00 VISA giftcard. 2. An original poem, which will be hadwritten and autographed on pretty paper. It might be about love, about being a writer, or maybe the winner will be able to choose the topic. We shall see. This giveaway is a bit seatofthepantsspice. 3. A frame from my wedding day. In fact, this very frame: 4. A mystery. The fourth goodie will be a surprise until you open the package! 5. The whopper: I will dedicate a karaoke song to you, personally, and put it on my blog, vlogger style. If you want to enter this smashing contest: leave a comment. 1 entry if you follow and comme...

love at first sight blogfest, or, go eat a heart-shaped cookie

Courtney Reese is hosting a love at first sight blogfest, in which writer's write about the icky love stuff. Check it out -- there are already a ton of entries over there. Okay, so my scene isn't really love at first sight for my mc, Laurel (in fact, she doesn't even want it to be) but this is the first time she interacts with her second love interest, David.  Read! Enjoy! Critique!      A sea of southerners filled the lobby of the movie theater. David Winter stood at a neon orange podium in the center of the throng, his head throbbing. He tore off one ticket stub after another, pointed the masses in the appropriate direction. The work was monotonous. Most of the patrons were lost in conversations with one another, and they paid David the same lack of attention that he showed them. He tried not to grimace at the giggling teenage girls, the smug looking guys in gold chains, the overweight middle aged couples: all annoyed him equa...