When I finished my degree last December, I had goals. I had specific goals I wanted to accomplish every month. I was going to step up my submissions. I wanted to have five to ten submission each month. It shouldn't be hard to maintain that as I wouldn't be doing school work. I wanted to get my romance novel and my meditation book published.
Looking back at how I felt in January facing these tasks, I thought the submissions would be the easy part and the book publishing the hard part.
I've flip flopped. I have almost no submissions this year, maybe four or five, and none of them went through to publication. It's annoying and frustrating. However, not unusual.
On the book front, I've published the two I hoped to. I also have published six more and will probably publish one more before the end of the year, possibly two more.
It seems like every time I turn around, I'm working on another manuscript of some sort. Currently I'm actively writing in two manuscripts and editing a third. Last night I finished a rough draft. Today I wrote an outline for the next book in the series.
I've made a lot of mistakes. I discovered that I've got a lot of my page numbers on the wrong side of the pages for a few of my books. I'll have to fix that and see if there are more fixes before I upload a new file. I'm enjoying the process. I love almost all aspects of it.
I freely admit I'm obsessed with checking sales and hoping that the little line is above zero. I get a thrill when I see one of my books has sold. It's exciting to me to know that someone in Canada or the UK (or any of the other countries) has bought my book. I wonder if the story will cross the culture differences and if they will enjoy it. I hope so.
My goals have flown out the window but I don't really care. I'm loving what I'm doing. I'm thrilled with the work I'm doing and loving telling a story - hopefully a good story.
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