Whew! It has been one busy year. I've gone from having a handful of scattered ebooks and paperbacks, mostly out of print, to a nice trim set of 6 books on the website and all the others properly disposed of. I feel much less like writing than I ever have in my life. Maybe a bit of burnout, but I don't think so. It just isn't meaningful to me in the way it used to be. It's just . . . a job and a lot of the time a really boring one. Not that I'm not good at it, but a lot of people are good at their work. It doesn't mean they care about it.
I'll be systematically promoting the books I'm currently pushing (fortunately, book promotion on Kindle can easily be almost on automatic pilot these days) and I do have a couple of ideas after The Prince's Ball. But I look at the books on the website and I'm like, "6 is enough." Maybe it will stretch to 8 or 10, although probably I'll just drop a couple of the ones on here to make room for new ones. My books have never had a correct marketing push and now they're ready to have one I feel a bit flat, as if all the personal aspect has gone out like air in a tire.
The books are ready to move on to readers in a way they haven't been before and are no longer my property. I don't care about them as I used to and it's really weird feeling. They're truly somebody else's concern now, someone else's interest, and after almost fifteen years spent fighting to get them out there, it's odd to realize they're no longer central to my life. Or even much part of it.
But I will, of course, not forget about them completely.
And there will be more updates.
I've always been a writer. Author of 9 published books. Most recently published A Year with the Harrisons, a variation on Little Women. Next year will be publishing The Prince's Ball, a futuristic fairy-tale adventure.