For anyone who has been paying attention to my Goodreads activity the past few days, you may have noticed an increase in books read. I decided to take a break from writing after the marathon I put myself through in August to finish the sequel to Trusting an Angel. That book will soon be in edits and I am hoping to have a sequel to Born of Stone complete by the end of this year as well. But I was feeling a bit burned out creatively, and definitely physically. I’ve been having problems with my right arm from elbow to palm, and it scares the hell out of me. I spend all day at the weekly job on the computer, so writing when I get home isn’t the ideal activity for me. But I’m working on solutions to take some stress off my hand. My husband has endured three hand surgeries (yes, three) and I really don’t want to have to go through what he’s been through. So, I’m taking it easy and giving my hands as much of a typing break as I can, when I can. The only problem is, the muse is bugging me again and I can hear the Gargoyle Masters clamoring for their mates. Time to give them what they want.
I just realized I didn’t post a single thing to this blog in March. It’s April already?! My god, where did March go? I’ve been working and doing the mom/wife thing mostly for the past few weeks. I did begin the sequel to my Gargoyle book, which will be out from Samhain at the end of May.
Today marks week two of NaNoWriMo. My word count should be sitting somwhere around 25,004 by the end of the day. I’m too embarrassed to admit exactly what it is, but will say it’s only a fraction of that count. Life, as usual, has gotten in the way of my writing. I’ll admit I could be doing better with my time management skills. Hopefully the second half of the month will run more smoothly. We shall see.
What time is it? It’s NaNoWriMo time!!
My wonderful, faithful readers, I owe you an apolgy for being MIA the past few months. I’ve played a little on FB and Twitter, but not nearly the norm of the past couple of years.
September has arrived and with it almost nothing on my writing calendar. I don’t have any signings, releases, guest posts, etc, scheduled so far this month. But that’s probably a good thing since I’m still trying to get used to my new work schedule. I do plan to attend Kerrelyn Sparks’ signing at Murder by the Book at the end of the month. I also will be preparing for the JDRF Walk for Cure. So don’t worry, I’m not going to be completely silent this month.
From time to time I might talk about my personal schedule. The fact is I’m a mother of four, I work part-time, and I write as often as I’m able. Back when I first started writing seriously I was working full-time. I would write only on my one hour lunch breaks, and I was able to complete a few novellas that way. Now my schedule is about to change again. I got a new job.
When I first started writing to get published there was still a stigma against self-publishing. Any “vanity press” caused warning signs to flash in my head. Skip ahead just a few short years and now publishing your own work is the new black. I have absolutely nothing against it and know many authors who have been very successful at it. However, I’ve decided it’s not for me at this time.
So, what does that mean for me as a small press author? I’m not published through the big six but I do have contracts with three different publishers. All three are well known in the Romance industry and have NY Times Best Selling author’s in their lists. I’m very happy being a part of all three but what does that mean for me? Not much lately it seems. Even though I’ve been more successful on having new releases this year than any previous year, my sales are down. Is it because of my writing? I’ve no idea.
To be honest I feel I’m getting lost in the shuffle. There are so many authors and books to choose from. I know I’m just one of millions. I don’t get many reviews so don’t know if my writing just sucks. The few reviews I’ve had and some reader feedback leads me to believe it doesn’t. What I do feel is there is such a push to support “Indie” authors, and so many readers stuck on buying paperbacks from the big six that authors like me are falling through the cracks. The biggest problem is I don’t know how to fix this.
Like most authors I do a lot of online promotion for my books. I’ve got a site and blog (duh) and I’m on Facebook nearly all day every day. I know I’m often preaching to the choir though, as a lot of my interaction is with other authors. I don’t really mind. Authors are readers too, right? I know I am. But there comes a point where I have to draw the line on self-promotion. I have to spend time writing too, plus I don’t want to spam anyone. So, I’m just going to keep doing my thing and hope my writing speaks for itself.
Whenever I mention to someone that I’m an author I don’t always call myself that. Sometimes I say writer instead without really thinking about it. The two words are pretty interchangeable in my mind. However, I’ve noticed quite a difference in the reactions of those I tell based on which term I choose.
When I say I’m a writer or that I write it’s usually met with a smile and nod of understanding, but no real interest. The listener usually moves on to the next topic of discussion without really acknowledging what I’ve just said. That’s okay by me. To be honest, when I’m meeting or talking to someone as myself (Melissa rather than Missy) I’m perfectly okay with not discussing my writing. I don’t push it on other people or even say much about it unless they show a genuine interest. I realize not many people are willing to admit they read the genres I write, so I give them an out by not making it a big part of our conversation.
On the flip side, when I say I’m an author the reaction is vastly different. Many times the person shows surprise and they ask about my books. How many have I written? What genre are they? Are they self-published? I answer the questions honestly and as succinctly as possible. What can I say, I’m not the best at self-promotion. I do offer a bookmark with my info if they seem to be genuinely interested rather than just being polite.
I’m not bothered by either reaction. I just find it interesting that the two words, which mean essentially the same thing, garner such different reactions from people. I rarely say I’m a published author, and almost never that I’m multi-published, even though both are true. There’s really no reason. Again, I’m not so great at self-promotion.
Do the two terms have different meanings for you? If so, why and how?