The headline to this post says it all.
I've not published a lot this year. Serious health problems have hit my family pretty hard since January. My book sales are evidence of this.
There were weeks on end, maybe even a month or two, in which I did not write a word. Nothing. Zip. Nada. I was just too busy, and often too emotionally devastated to write.
The period seems to have moved passed, though it still lingers around the edges of my sanity, and I'm back to writing daily.
Thinking about all this brought me around to realize that I've accomplished more this year than I initially thought, though most of that work is not readily apparent to anyone.
I did put out a five-part series of short stories very early this year, my Shieldbreaker tales. I also managed to get the majority of my self-published works into print form, though a few of those are still coming, a couple likely in the next week or two. On top of that, I helped a children's indie author with formatting her first book.
And then there's my super secret collaboration with another author. I've felt guilty because I should have been able to punch out this project in a month or two. Last year I could have managed that. Not this year. Instead, I've pecked and picked and clicked and clacked at the keyboard off and on for about six months now. Finally the first draft of that project is nearing its end. The other author finished up his end of the writing a long while ago, but I'm just now down to the last couple of scenes. I hope to have my first draft finished within a week or two, then I'll start reading it and making corrections, doing some rewriting, etc.
I've also managed to pen a few short stories this year. Three have been accepted in anthologies and will be available sometime in the next year, possibly one of them within the next month. I have another story finished and ready for the editor, but I've yet to submit as it's still a little early for that.
So, looking back, I got more accomplished this year than I originally believed. With a few months left in the year, perhaps I'll even get another novel finished, or at least near finished. Come January, it will have been two years since my last Kron Darkbow novel. That's at least a year too long, in my opinion, but hopefully I can remedy that situation soon.
2 comments:
It seems chronic in writers to feel that way. I certainly do. I think it's in part because there's no clear "ending" to the writing job. yes, a book might be finished, but there are 101 things still to do. At school, I give a test, get the test graded and returned to students, and that job is done. For a while. But I never really feel that way with writing.
Given all you've had to deal with this year, I'd say you've accomplished a lot. Don't be too hard on yourself. The fact that you've not stopped writing in spite of what Life has thrown at you should encourage you.
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