I can’t remember the last time I posted a blog. It probably hasn’t been that long, but my sense of time is fairly non-existant, so it could be a lot longer than it feels. Or not half as long as I worry it’s been. (And the blog assures me that I’ve only missed one week, so that’s not all that bad.)
Part of the problem is that I’m horrible at coming up with things to blog about. Especially after I’m no longer working on a regency. I finished the first draft of WALTZ OF THE WALLFLOWER on the 13th, and my brain simply shut off that area so it could better focus on other things. It’s a strategy that makes it easier to come back and start the second draft of a book. If I can completely forget everything about it (and that usually only takes a month) then I can look at it with fresh eyes and figure out what works and what doesn’t and start working it over to make it into a readable book.
In the meantime, I’m trying VERY HARD not to think about anything regency. Hence the silence last week and this long, rambling excuse this week.
In other news, I received my first royalty statement last week. I’m now a professional author, though it doesn’t feel like it. Not yet. Maybe after I get a book out, rather than the single novella. Or maybe after I receive a hard copy of WALTZ from createspace, when the time comes to publish it.
Or maybe I’ll never really feel like a professional. Hard to say.