And I’m not even that good at it. There are people out there who are writing and self-publishing a book a month.
That’s right. A book A MONTH.
Writing AND publishing.
All I’ve published are seven short stories I had already written and polished over a period of a year and a half or so and a couple of random non-fiction books. (One story and the non-fiction books are not under this name.)
I can’t imagine writing a 60,000-word novel, editing it, and publishing it on a schedule that would allow me to publish a book a month.
And doing so at a level that allows me to not only retain my existing fan base, but grow it with each new release.
Holy cow do those people impress me.
Reminds me of my best friend. Even thinking of keeping up with my best friend exhausts me. And I triple majored while working full-time.
My friend? Got a medical degree while working eighty hours a week running the family business. And didn’t break a sweat doing it. Or rely on caffeine or other stimulants.
(Me? I had to give a special mention to Coca-Cola in my graduation speech.)
So, yeah. There are self-publishers like that. They write a novel a month, participate on the author forums, keep up their website, do blog hops, design their own covers, etc., etc.
Me? I spent three months publishing about 100,000 words worth of stories and I am ready for a break. From forums, from publishing, from writing. From everything.
(I say this, but in a few days you know I’m going to be working on something.)
Anyway. My goal for the rest of the year is to spend time with my puppy and with the family, because the new year is not looking pretty for that or for writing time.
And props to all those folks who can keep going at 110% all the time. I’ll be cheering you from the bleachers with a nice cold beverage in hand.