I apologize for the very late post; I’ve been working on getting a new marketing business running, and it’s been taking up most of my time. Which, I suppose, is simply because I’ve been letting it.
Nothing tells you what you were born for like not doing it for a while. For the past couple weeks, I must confess that I’ve been neglecting my fiction writing while I worked on getting everything else together. And it really started to grate on me. I felt trapped, like there were worlds I should be creating and exploring, and people I should be interacting with.
I started to miss my fictional characters, especially Romorran, a particular favourite of mine. (Sorry, I’m afraid you won’t get to meet him for a while; he belongs to a series that’s still in the editing stage.)
After a couple weeks of all facts and no fiction, it got to be too much. I’d taken on way too many projects at once, and I was pulling 15-hour days, staying up ‘til all hours of the night, and still getting no writing done. Or anything else I enjoy, for that matter.
I realized it was time to take a step back, rethink my life, and restore balance in the Force. So I delayed some of my projects, and reworked my schedule so that I could serve my clients, structure my business, and still have time to spend on my first love.
I’ll admit, fiction is harder to market consistently than anything else that I know of, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. Even if I wanted to.