April 20, 2017 by Carmel
As an author, you start with a blank page, endless days and nights of researching, writing, editing, proofing, getting the manuscript to the publisher and waiting for a final proof.
While you wait for the finished product to be delivered, you are setting up a marketing campaign, keeping in touch with social media contacts and expanding your network, tidying up your desk and collating all the yellow sticky notes and scribbled upon pieces of paper and getting some order in your life.
Once you have signed off on the final proof you ramp up the marketing campaign and then it’s endless days and nights of answering emails and social media messages, posting to Twitter, Facebook, Pinterest and wherever else you have an account and being interviewed by various media (if you are able to secure some interest).
The whole process of writing a book, and then letting it out into the world, is a whirlwind and all the while you are probably plotting and planning your next book.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, after the publication of my sixth book I decided to take some time to do things that don’t include pounding away at a computer keyboard. One of my greatest pleasures is sitting in the garden reading or getting into a good book at the end of the day.
I love to read. I have a large library but I rarely read the same book twice – why waste time when there are so many new books to read?
My own six novels sit proudly in my library, the beckon to me ‘come read me’ but I always shy away from them. What if I find a mistake? What if I find a better way of saying something? But recently I have been brave enough to take my books off the shelf, find a quiet corner and read them from cover to cover.
I cried, I laughed, I cried again. I enjoyed reading my own books and felt a great satisfaction in knowing that other people were enjoying them too.
But then the inevitable happened. My time for me is coming to an end and I have made space on my library shelf for a new book. The plotting chart is up on the wall and I keep staring at it as it calls to me ‘it’s time’. I look at my six published novels and they whisper to me ‘it’s time consuming, but aren’t we worth it?’