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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!


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