Yep! It's my birthday. Not quite 40, but far from 30. You know what I mean.
So, I've been back to writing, and it's been no piece of cake. Sure, I've been writing for other people. And, that's been far easier than creating a story for myself. But, I'm working on it.
But, to my birthday. You know what I got? A broken phone. That's right, my screen is shattered thanks to my 4-year-old, whose praises I'd usually sing. But, as this happened literally five minutes ago, I am seething with now.
Anyway. I'm just about halfway through the first draft of Book 3 in the Withdrawal series. I'm two chapters into Book 1 in the Bad President series. I hope it's true that it gets easier with time. But, since I haven't written fiction in about four years, a lot of time has lapsed. Hopefully I can get back in the swing of things. I wrote Book 1 in 30 days. Book 2 too. So, I should just sit down and pound it out, right?
It's not that easy. I don't feel as attached as I did to the characters. And the first two books weren't written for me to publish. I ghost wrote them for someone else who decided he didn't want to publish them. So, I did.
Now, I'm writing for myself, and it takes longer to figure out what I want to say. Life, Love and Margaritas took me five years to write and another four to publish. So, you see the dilemma?
No? Well I guess you wouldn't.
But, I'm doing what I can, while still trying to make money. That's a whole other thing. And I'm also making jewelry. Which is beautiful, if I do say so myself.
Marketing my own products is where I have a problem. I don't want to come of as a shameless self marketer. And, that's my problem. So, I guess I should just say Fuck it! I need to do what's best for me and forget the rest right?