I can't say that I miss being part of the game. I'm enjoying my retirement from writing, at least right now. I can sit back and browse Reddit self-pub posts and smile about the issues I used to obsess over ~ formatting a paperback, which promo sites to use, why isn't my book selling? How can it be that some authors sell a thousand copies the first day? (still not sure I believe that one).
It's not just that I'm not writing, but that I am confident I did all I could to sell my final novel, and the fact that it didn't work out doesn't mean I didn't try. Sometimes things just don't work out. I'm in the acceptance phase.
Now I can work on some peripheral things...or not. I'm still thinking about making a book trailer, and my synopsis for the novel contest is yet to be finished. Really, if I fail to complete either of those things, it doesn't matter.
My author email is busier than ever. I think the promo sites are getting desperate to hear from me, but whatever "special" they're pushing this week means nothing to me, because only one promo site managed to move any copies of my novel, so I'm sure not going to throw more money away. Still, it's nice to have pen pals.
I no longer feel any self-imposed pressure. No "have-to's". I could post on social media or not, I could check my sales report (but likely not ~ it never changes); there are lots of things I could do, but only if I feel like it.
Freedom can be boring, but it can also be good for my psychic health.
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