I'm not sleeping much these days. Blame a brain that won't shut down, a mattress that needs to be flipped or a needy feline, it's happening. So once again, I found myself up before the dawn, bundled to the ears, sitting out on the deck in the bracing chill of an October morning. It's an easy eye-opener as the espresso maker is warming up.
This morning I found myself sitting staring at The Seven Day Bad Date, and thinking it wasn't great. Each sentence I read, each scenario that presented itself seemed contrived. When I was working on it last week, I didn't feel that way; when I was writing it I didn't feel that way, but this morning I did. I do.
I know I'm a new author, I know I have a unique voice in my storytelling, but what compels people to read? To review? What am I doing right and how do I fix this story? Do I need to?
I flipped over to Amazon and I've got no new sales. I flipped to goodreads and I've got no new reviews. So is my creative voice an effective one? Does that matter?
UGH.
I know I've got to market Sole. I just don't know how. It's a challenge to do anything with businesses when you work in the film industry because you are always unavailable during business hours.
All I know, and to end this rambling post, is that I have to do something differently. I have to get involved in groups that don't rely on 9-5, I've got to move on, move up, and chalk this morning up to a bad creative moment.
Tomorrow will be better.
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