A last week, I finished the finally bits of writing for my latest novel Time of Prophecy. Since completion, I’ve had to set up my classroom, prepare for open house, and been in one beginning of the year meeting after another. With everything being as crazy as it is, my novel as sat gathering dust. At first I was buried under crippling guilt until I realized that I finished writing ahead of schedule. I can take a week off to get my life back in order and still be able to meet my dead lines.
But come September 4th, I have to carve out some time to do my final edit so I can send the manuscript off to the editor on time. Wish me luck!
Oh dear lord, what a crazy two weeks. I haven’t accomplished anything and yet so much has happened to me.
I’m written up to the climax of my newest novel Time of Prophecy. I decided to take a step back and visually story board it. You see when I write it tends to play out like a movie in my head. If I’m coming up on a complex or difficult scene, I just let it run in my head and gleam information that way. It helps a little. Any who, while I was taking time out for that, the shit hit the proverbial fan…but in a good way.
As many of you may remember, I work as a Teacher’s Assistant in special needs and was working on getting my teaching license. At the end of the last school year I decided that I was going to stay in special needs. I love those kids and I love what I do. So I put out my resume. When I didn’t hear anything back I started to feel discouraged, but then I got a call from my principal. The teacher in the other classroom had left and he since he knew I was looking for a teaching position he offered me hers. YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! I didn’t want to leave the school because I love everyone there and I have an awesome Special needs team. So I have all that craziness going on while I learn about the children I’m responsible for and setting my my classroom.
On top of that, I’m currently recovering from having some cysts removed from my ovaries to see if that will help me and my husband conceive. The incisions still bleed a little when I move around a lot and I’m in the itching phase of healing.
Then, on top of everything else, my husband and I are looking to purchase our first home. The market is tough and it’s proving difficult to find homes in the area we want.
It was only today that I realized that I haven’t even thought of my novel, writing, or anything else for a while now. I have to finish writing before school starts and still go through the final editing stage. I edit as I go.
the light at the end of the tunnel. The end of the writing phase of my novel. During the school year, my time is so crazy that I don’t always have the time to sit down and bust out some word counts. I do a little writing, but not like what I can do over the summer. The only sad thing is that by the time I’ve gotten into a good summer groove, it’s almost time to head back. I only a few more weeks left before I have to go back to work and I have two chapters left to write. I’m in overdrive right now.
I’m so happy I’m almost done. I still have to do a final round of editing. I edit as I go but I do a whole edit when I finish. That way I can make sure the tone in my novel stays somewhat the same. This time is always so exciting for me!
The two more dreaded words in an author’s world are writer’s block, or otherwise known as when our imaginary friends stop talking to us. I’ve been pretty fortunate lately. Even on days when I really didn’t feel like writing, I could without too much trouble and once I got into the groove of things, it all turned out pretty well. Alas, I should have known that could not always be so easy. The WB monster has finally caught up with me.
Yesterday I could not for the life of me even get a single….I repeat single word out. I rewrote a paragraph four times, often stumbling after two sentences. I had to face the realization that yesterday was not going to be a writing day. But in order to not feel like an utter failure, I managed to pound out a small scene. Hey at least it was something. With my work abandoned what was I to do with the rest of my day? I must remind you, that I’m on summer break so I have then entire day to do whatever I wish….
I’m not ashamed to confess that I wandered around my house for probably a good ten minutes until I figured out what to do. In case you didn’t know, in addition to writing, I also like to do crafts and whatnot. But most of my projects tend to fall by the wayside. I stared at the fabric my aunt bought for me. When she saw it, she thought of me. I had intended to turn it into a couple of throw pillows. I had even gotten fluff for it. Well since I wasn’t writing, then I guess I would sew. The pillows turned out pretty cute, although I’m not completely finished yet. I’m still debating on whether or not to add a button in the middle. But cute either way.
Well that led to one craft after another. I did get caught up on a couple of project, so I guess that writer’s block can be ok…..sometimes.
As an aspiring author, especially a self published one, finding the way to get our book(s) in to the hands of readers is a challenge. I look at New York Times best sellers and #1 indie author’s and wonder just how in the world they manage to pull it off. I mean which god did they sacrifice to in order to get their books into enough people’s hands that they climbed to the top of one of the hardest ladders to climb?
There is a point to this rant I promise.
As I near completion of my third book Time of Prophecy which is also the last book in the Lost Guardian series, I’m wracking my brain over how to generate more interest in my novels. Well I delved into the trusty internet in search of an answer. Now, I’ve always wanted to be a brick and mortar author not really a digital author, like I am now. So I found a sweet local book store that prided themselves on supporting indie authors. If I lived in a cartoon world, my eyes would have turned into hearts. Sadly, it was not to be. But hey, rejection is an unfortunate aspect of this industry.
I went home and cried for a bit. I’m not going to lie. However, I refuse to give in. Plus it wasn’t like they didn’t want to help. They just didn’t like the venue that I use to publish my books. They can’t make money off it, I get it, they have to run a business too. They told me about some other companies I could use and they said that if I choose to use them then they would love to carry my novels.
Silver lining people. Perhaps it’s time to change up game and follow the advice of Miss Talyor Swift and shake it off! Later people!