Facebook has just reminded me that exactly 12 months ago I blogged this. Given that at the moment I’m celebrating the publication of my latest book (the very one I’m despairing about on this post), have now got a four-book deal with Bookouture, and am feeling very excited about the future, I thought it timely to share the post again. Twelve months ago I was at the end of my tether, run down, and wondering what the heck I was doing. I felt like giving up. This is for anyone feeling like that right now. Don’t give up – you will get over that finish line.
This is the hard bit. The bit where the real authors are sorted out from the wannabes. The bit where those not determined enough, passionate enough, driven enough, give up and fall by the wayside.
This is the bit where you are reminded that writing a book is not a short sprint but a long, hard marathon of endurance. My own willpower is wavering a little lately, I admit. I’ve been ill at a constant low-level for two months or so now. Niggling things such as colds, stomach bugs, shingles, even mouth ulcers, all showing me how run down I am, and slowing down my writing. I’m tired all the time. All. The. Time. I even wake tired. What I want to do – perhaps what I need to do – is take a break, rest, regain my zing.
This is the part of being an author that people rarely…
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