If only Writers could skip the rest of the process

kayakFour years ago I decided I wanted to write a book. I picked up my laptop and went on a road trip. I wrote the first drafts of TWO novels. I was well on my way.

Not.

After my initial burst of creative energy I did my homework. I looked into the actual publishing of a book. I took classes, bought how-to-manuals, and read tons on the internet. I went to conferences, I joined a local writing group, a critique group and more. I was determined to do this in a way that would lead to success rather than frustration.

Not.

I love to write. Stories are swirling in my head all day, every day. I want to put them on paper, I want to share them with other readers.

I want my characters to have fun and tell their tales.

But the rest of it? Writing these often senseless blogs? Keeping up my Facebook presence? Sending out query letters, book proposals and inquiries? Trying to network and meet just the right person who will introduce me to a publisher or agent eager to represent me?

Not fun.

I keep deciding that I am just going to write. I can publish independently and not count on selling many books and I can be happy with that. But the little homunculus doesn’t agree. She keeps telling me that this one will be the one. Fame and fortune will follow.

So, I’m at it again. Frantically trying to complete the book I was supposed to publish last October by this October. Trying out my hand at non-fiction, trying to work on the drafts of two good novels. Oh, and there is that whole series for middle grade. I paid the fees for my website for five years. If it doesn’t see the light of day by then, I’m letting it go.

In the meantime, the weather is perfect and I’m going out for a kayak ride.

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