The last couple of days have been very rough as far as creativity goes. It was good to get out and go hiking for a day, and my calf muscles are still jacked, but no longer in as much pain. Lately I feel like I’m in the midst of an existential crisis. I am looking at a reboot of my life and have a lot of different decisions I need to make. My heart just hasn’t been into the editing of the book, but I asked a friend of mine if she would like to take a crack at reading it. She agreed and so tonight I compiled what I had of the first 400 pages and sent it to her.
I know it has a lot of problems, mostly overtelling the story. I somehow need to pull back my focus and get the story across without getting lost in the details. But having another set of eyes on it will keep me honest,I hope, and let me trim it down as needed.
Today was a good day for other reasons in writing. In 2014 I wrote a fantasy novel which takes place in an alternate history World War One which has magic and dragons and teleporting airships and witches and all sorts of stuff. Because I was going through my divorce shortly after it was published, I had no opportunity to market the sucker. So far I’ve only make around $150 in sales.
I approached a local bookstore, who bought copies from me and will be selling it in their shop. Ideally this is what happens is you market your self-published work to mom and pop bookstores and they carry them in a local authors table. For that book, it isn’t about getting rich, but sharing a fun story with people I think they will like. Hopefully someone buys the books and reads them.
I have plenty of articles to write this week and hopefully I’ve gotten the majority of procrastination out of the way so I can tackle those assignments. I think I would be more inclined to just jump into it if they didn’t wait for weeks and weeks before buying anything.