Friday, 4 October 2013

It was bound to happen...

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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