This week in my life has been unique, to say the least.
I started it with a trip to Seattle, to see close friends who live far. Friends I’ve known for the best part of two decades. Friends who deserve the name family at this point.
I talked about my writing a lot this week, rather than doing it. I reflected. I probably bored a half-dozen wonderful people to tears. I hope it was only a half-dozen.
I edited a friend’s work, and shocked myself at how much red I used. It was a rough draft, red was to be expected, but I found myself more detail-oriented than I can normally hope to be. Words are where I’m meant to be.
Today a story sprang full-formed into my head. It took me a while to write it, but it was amazing how it tumbled forth out of me. It was a short story, three pages long, and so poignant to me that I didn’t want to share it with anyone. Inexplicably, I ended up sharing it with my artist friend, Heather G. She asked me to draw her an angry caterpillar. She’s aware that I have about as much skill drawing as an angry caterpillar does. She didn’t care. She has nefarious plans for my drawing, so despite my reluctance, she shall have him.
I have too much too do. I know it. It doesn’t help that the final volume of a formative book series came out, and I’m busy devouring it like a starving man.
Having something to be passionate about is the key to life, I think. At least, it’s working for me thus far!
I have been invited to do a guest post for Jennifer Brozek’s blog. It will be posted on Jan 28th to this site: here.
I’m really excited about my next project. I’m putting together a newsletter. Mostly it will be a vehicle to send out free short stories written by me, but it will also be a forum to keep people informed with book release dates and humorous anecdotes about my son, the walking sound byte. If you would like to get in on this action, feel free!
I submitted my debut novel to a contest for debut novels. The winnings are 25k as a grant to speed a writer on their way to a full time career. Oddly, that is the number I came up with that I would need to get my career started. Let’s hope serendipitous contest is serendipitous.
My second novel is in full swing editing mode. I’m learning a lot about the process. My editor projects a six month turn around time. I’d like to have it done by then, so I can publish it within a year from my first book.
Starting February first, I have challenged myself to post a Tweet a day. I know that several people tweet multiple times a day, but I’m not one of them. So, I figure set the first challenge, achieve it, and then work on taking over the world of Twitter.
If this post seems disjointed and strange, blame my cold. I do.
I didn’t see the momentum building until the avalanche was upon me. I hardly wrote a word for the longest time, then in one year I wrote more than I’ve ever imagined I could. It all started with two phone calls – one from Heather G. in January, one from Christopher E. in March.
I spent so much of last year trying to learn everything about the writing process.. not the process of writing, which is relatively straightforward and involves you, a computer, and some serious creative time. The writing process includes such things as building an audience with a blog, setting up a Facebook page, getting a Twitter account, figuring out Good Reads and Amazon author pages, and a bewildering set of other things I haven’t ever heard of before.
I’ve done writing, editing, taken classes on editing and marketing, made friends with other up and coming authors who will certainly be more successful than I. I find myself in conflict. Marketing, as far as I’m concerned, is a damned dirty word. On the other hand, how else are you going to tell people, “Oh, by the way, I wrote this book and I think you’ll love it!”
I need to overcome my deep-seated distrust of marketing if I’m ever going to be successful as a writer. At first, it wasn’t about the money, but now it’s changing. It is about the money. Not for its own sake, however. Just as a means to make my living doing what I love. I want being an author to be my job. I want it to pay my bills. If I’m going to do that, I’m going to have to spend this year learning the part of my job that separates the authors from the writers.
I guess it’s true what they say. Pimpin’ ain’t easy.