15 years ago I started my first novel with hopes and a great deal of trepidation. three years later I managed to produce a pile of absolute shit. but I was absolutely determined to do this and so I produced a second pile of shit and then a third book that was actually pretty good and a fourth book that I can't do anything with it because I wrote it with somebody who won't talk to me anymore, and then it's pretty good fifth book and then A sixth book that none of you have had a chance to read except for my mother and my wife.
I have had professionals at World con tell me that I should actually give up science fiction writing and still produce book 6 as a result of national novel writing month two years ago. since then I've had my worst fears confirmed it a physical way by the complete the lack of sales at the Decatur Book Festival. I know for a fact that I am terrible at self marketing and that I just don't do a good job of selling my books.
any intelligent person would have already given up by now but the truth is that I promised myself I would do seven of these things and this is the last one I'm going to do. right now I'm unemployed and not of the most high morale for a lot of reasons I sense it looks like my books will never actually have any measure of success and I'm going to be in a cycle of chronic employment and unemployment for the remainder of my days.
but there is such a thing as honor and I'm going to honor the past 15 years of myself in those years because I set a goal and I'm going to complete it or at least I'm going to do a damn good job of trying it so for a third time on Wednesday I will be starting National novel writing month again attempting to write Fruitloop and Frankenstein.
Here's Fun Storming The Castle.
Its likely to be the last time.
No comments:
Post a Comment