The summer is over. It went on without me.
Although...the silver lining is...I had a (writing) epiphany.
When I retired five years ago, I decided to see if I could get published, and I did. Now, five full-length novels and assorted "shorts" later, I find myself burned out--oh, not on writing but on the accompanying necessity for promotion promotion promotion. And I'm just spinning my wheels. I've had decent sales, but I don't write what gets the five-star reviews and tops the charts at Amazon, etc. No matter how well-plotted, how tight, how well-written my stories are, they lack the one necessary ingredient--namely, heat. That's a fact of life, and it's okay. (And it's not going to change!)
I've been spending too much time on promotion/marketing and not enough time writing just because I love to do it. I never started out to be a best-seller, to be rich and famous, only to achieve a sense of accomplishment and personal satisfaction, and I've done that. Now it's time to embrace my first love again--to write because I love writing and to let the rest go.
So what have I accomplished?
- Five of six Penelope Pembroke cozies rewritten and destined eventually for independent epublishing
- Writing scrapbook begun
- Writing notebook taking shape
- Nanowrimo novel plotted for November
- Beginning to submit file of short stories to various magazines and anthologies
- Getting the Penelope books 'out there'
- Organizing a syllabus for various writing workshops and offering them to libraries in the vicinty
- Reading more
- Delving back into long-neglected genealogy which, like writing/promotion, takes one's full attention
Five years ago when I began my writing journey, I read a quote from Margo Dill who said, "If you write, you are a writer." I wanted to be a writer--and I am.
One never gets too old to learn.