I still hate blogs, or not blogs but writing about myself. Seriously, I don’t find myself interesting enough for anyone to want to read any of this. Even I would rather live in the worlds I can create from my imagination, so why would anyone want to know about my real life? But I’m going to try to give this a shot again. I know I have to put the time into it. I recently had someone ask me why I wanted to sell books. My immediate response was, “I want people to read my stories.” They were surprised by that—I know I was—as they thought I would say I want to make millions. They said everyone else they asked that same question responded about tons of money. I started thinking about my answer more later. Would I like to make money doing this? Absolutely. I would love to be able to do this full-time. But it’s not so much that I want to make millions—I’m not going to complain if somehow that were to happen—but honestly, I would just like for this to be my job, for me to be able to m...
I think the first step to fixing any problem is admitting to said problem. A person can’t move forward until they address the issues. I have a problem. I am a procrastinator. I have always lived by the mantra of “Never do today what you can put off until tomorrow.” But there is a problem with that. Finally, you just get to the part where you’re so bogged down that you can never seem to find your way back up. It would be easy to blame my lack of writing on stress from this COVID, and while I have had stress, I don’t’ think it’s from that. I don’t know about you, but when we’re self-isolating up here it seems that the world is “normal.” When you stay to yourself, you get complacent. And while the news was filled with reports on new cases, supply shortages, and deaths, being in my home, I could put it all out of my mind and focus—dwell—on what was my main source of stress—my daughter’s high school graduation. But it doesn’t matter. I still keep putting things off, and ...
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m random and slightly chaotic. I’ve been accused of living in a fantasy world most of my life. I don’t believe that’s accurate. Trust me, I know what is real or not. But there is something to that comment. There is always some story, some idea running through my head. I know my family and friends (talking about you, Heather, lol) get exasperated with me for always having new ideas. Everyone is like, finish this one first. Believe me, I want to; I truly do. My mind is just a jumbled, chaotic mess of ideas, though. I try to write bits and pieces down, so I won’t forget them. Plus, that helps so I can continue on with what I need to be working on. While working on the Dark Series, with Dark Secrets and Dark Whispers, one day in the summer, an idea came to me. And while I just was going to write a bit so I could keep it in my folder of ideas, it turned out to be something more. During that summer, I completed the entire book. It’s a completely differ...
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