Writing that first novel is as much “proof of concept” as telling a story or making a piece of art. There’s a point, usually about halfway through, where you ask yourself, “Am I really cut out for this?” Wrote a blog piece about this today that Hidden Gems was kind enough to publish about the process. Long-ish story short: You are if you want to be.
The thing about stupid fears like this — as opposed to fears such as “Stay away from the grizzly bear”; that’s good fear — is that they seem true when they whisper things from the shadows. They tend to lose power, however, when you drag them screaming into the daylight. It doesn’t matter who’s doing the screaming — you or the fear; “daylight” is the operative word here. So, let’s drag…
Gathering reviews is just one element of the multi-headed monster that is marketing. I’ve gotten where I (think) I can write books passably well, but marketing myself is a different animal. Some people are just born to shout things from the rooftops, and there are others of us who just wish the rooftop shouters would just keep it down — we don’t want to compete with them and we’ve got writing to do, dammit!
Working from home, Maggie quickly became my Vice President of Canine Affairs, and gave me that certainty of being able to take part in a quick belly rub, a game of fetch or tug of war, or just a sympathetic ear when I needed to vent. When I’d inevitably read one of those articles online about a dog who recovered after being abused by someone, or how the loss of a dog affected its owner (if you’re reading this, I’m assuming you can relate), I’d stop what I was doing, go find her usually asleep on the couch, and give her a snuggle. She’d wake up, wonder what I was on about, and then allow it. We had a rhythm and it worked.