Shame on me.
I could blame multiple deadlines. Burnout--the natural fallout of immersion writing. Or health issues. But I'm not going to offer up excuses.
I've always been somewhat of a dreamer. I'd like to think of myself as a doer, but sometimes have a hard time pulling off my big plans.
Case in point, The Frogman, Prince. Eighteen months ago I quit my dreaded day job to self-publish a book I'd written years ago.
I gratefully accepted a traditional multi-book publishing contract in order to do that. Shortly afterward I got caught up in deadlines, networking and learning the ins and outs of self-publishing. I even managed to write and self-publish two novellas.
Made my own ebook covers. Did my own formatting. All of which took time and soon became a business as I needed to replace the lost income from that ddj.
Revising an old manuscript is not easy and Frogman kept getting pushed aside.
Well, I'm here today--Labor Day--to say, "no more!"
I made a miserable hybrid. And the harder I tried, the harder it became until all the joy was sucked right out of my writing. Oh, I still managed to write most days, but closer to a hundred words an hour than a thousand. Try showing up at the keyboard day after day for months when that's all you can eek out. Not fun. On my best day I think I managed to write 3K in twelve hours.
Finally I just had to stop and ask myself what would make me happy if money wasn't the object?
Fortunately the answer wasn't to give up writing. I have no regrets about leaving the daily grind. But it's no wonder I was miserable. I'd sacrificed a steady paycheck for a reason and then didn't follow through. And multi-book contracts rarely equate to "steady" income.
As of mid-July my contract is done. Maybe someday I'll tell you the whole story. What I can tell you is that an immediate weight lifted from my shoulders. I've even dropped a few pounds since then.
And, yes, it's taken me a couple weeks to get my act together. Am I saying I'll never accept another publishing contract? No, I don't want to have to eat my words. I haven't exactly made a lot of money self-publishing two novellas. So who knows.
My labor of love, The Frogman, Prince, is due to my freelance editor on September 10th.
I'll keep you posted.