Life has conspired to keep me from writing much the last few days. I think it was Sunday that I last wrote more than a paragraph. Tonight I got to look a little at In Front of Fifty Thousand Screaming People, mainly just to check it for what pages I need to reprint after my last round of edits.
Too much is going on in life to worry about writing and promoting what I’ve already written. With all that’s going on my mind is kind of just mush. Tonight I remembered something I need to do before February 15th. It involves several days of off-hour research. That’s besides a lot of family finances stuff, which seems to pile up faster and faster these days.
Plus, given how poorly recent promotional efforts have impacted sales, I’ve lost interest in promotion. For now, if the books sell, fine. If they don’t, fine.
Dave, I can certainly understand how you get from time to time. Some days I wonder if anyone even reads a book any more, and certainly not a cumbersome hardcopy of a book. Not when they can but it for 90% cheaper on the run. And what little I have interacted with the writing club, well… I am just one among many hoping one day I will be discovered paddling in this murky bog. It isn’t even a pond any more. There are so many hopefuls. And each one that paddles past me is hold out their own cup asking for a dime of my time and a dime for a pencil to go write more books that will almost never get read.. uh.. I need another cup of coffee and a ‘think’ timeout.