It’s a strange, strange world.
There’s been a lot of work to do as my publisher and I push towards the release of my first book. We’ve juggled with spacing and fonts, struggled with cover art, begged for readers and reviews, and spent way too many late nights editing. Trying to get every. Last. Spelling mistake out of that darn manuscript. 🙂
Not that it isn’t fun. It can be. But there’s a problem, and I’m sure many of you wordsmiths out there will agree with me.
Darn it. I just want to write!
How did I get to this place? Somehow I’ve had to sacrifice my true passion (writing a good story) to all the fuss of building and marketing a book. I do this in the hopes that I may – one day – be successful enough to well… hire someone else to fuss so I can just…
Which is where I started.
Hmmm… this leads me to an odd tangent… I look around at the piles of books invading my living room and I realize that all these wonderful authors also had to sacrifice their pure creative writing time to reach me with their stories.
That’s it! I’m proclaiming this “hug an author week”. I’ve just begun the process and I’ve decided: those people are heroes.
So if you know an author, be sure to give them a hug. If there’s no one in easy reach, just hug yourself. You deserve it.