Monday, September 1, 2014

Labor of Love: Confessions of a failed Hybrid Author

Hard to believe it's been almost two months since I've posted a blog.  Lately I've been neglecting all my social media platforms.

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.
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