There is a question this month and it's mentioned at the site when you go there, but I wanted to share something a little personal.
I haven't tweeted in many weeks.
I haven't posted on Facebook about any of my books in what seems like months.
Um, and royalty checks? I did a rather piss-poor job when I was marketing because sales were always rather low then and are non-existent now (no exaggeration).
Actually, I got off of Facebook for Lent but cut it short to support The Un-Included Club's bid for the Seeds of Change grant in hopes they could make the first cut.
I haven't blogged as often as I used to.
There was a time where my daily schedule was one long day of ridiculousness from morning until midnight:
- working a full time job
- at home helping my daughter with homework
- tweeting throughout the day even with some tweets pre-scheduled using Hootsuite
- posting on Facebook about life and being positive and the availability of my books for young adults and the grown and sexy
- researching marketing ideas and how I wished I could afford most of them but couldn't
- jotting notes about new stories
- working on the ones I needed to finish
- blogging, reading blogs, and leaving comments
- critiquing several writers works
Most days now I...
- steal as much sleep in the morning as possible
- work a very busy and exhausting full time job (had a different less active one a couple of years ago)
- spend time with my daughter watching TV and reading
- enjoy some Netflix and cuddles with my furbaby, Molly
- every now and then get in some writing time.
- go to sleep
You see what's missing in that new line-up? No marketing. None. It seems that from 2012 through 2015 when I was doing various things to market my books, all I managed to do was take time away from my daughter. Odd, since I got into this writing thing because I wanted to show her the importance of going for her dreams. Perhaps it is because she's becoming a teen and has grown so much I am fearful of missing anything at all.
So yeah, the writing hasn't stopped but I'm not feeling like an author. Actually, what would you say it means to be an author?
Please share your thoughts in the comments and let's have some chocolate while I deal with this and work my way back to my author-state-of-mind.