You shouldn't kvetch about your blessings. I know this. The universe wants your gratitude, and she will sweep away the gifts you've been given in the blink of an eye. So, I'll whisper this one, very quietly:
This is wearing me out.
Gone are the days (if they ever existed) when you could just write, send your work off and let other folks worry about selling it for you. If you have a dream of making your living solely from your wordsmithing (as I do), you're gonna have to get out there and hawk your wares.
So, here I am nine months in to doing this "for real"--nine months since my first book baby was born and sent squalling into the world.
I've done Facebook parties, partnerships, cross promotions, readings, giveaways, signings, panels, book fairs, cons, sales, interviews, etc. I've kept on writing while doing all this, so that I've had work come out in three anthologies since then, and the second novel is in production while I'm writing the third.
So, I'm making it, and I'm still so excited to have the opportunities I've been given. And I have a lot of support--I really do! But dangnabbit, I'm plum exhausted.
I'm physically, mentally, and emotionally tired. Maybe especially emotionally tired. Generally speaking, left to my own devices, I am a quiet, undramatic person. I save my drama for the written word and my imaginary friends. So, I'm having to dig deep to find my inner cheerleader and keep her coming up with new ways to bang that drum and attract attention for my imaginary friends and their stories.
How do you do it, if you're doing this? Or how do you think you'll do it when the time comes?
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