Two things hit me recently. One, I’m preparing to release my sixth book next month. Two, I’m a couple of chapters and an epilogue from completing my seventh. I know compared to some authors, this is nothing in the span of three years. I am not one of those writers. I’m content releasing two a year; one for my Kindred series, the other a standalone. It’s a pace that works for me. With a full-time job, it’s all I can manage.
Maybe it’s due to my age, but I don’t have that drive to write a half-dozen books or more a year. Sure, I wouldn’t mind having the recognition of penning double digit books. And I still would like to be able to have that Best Seller title on my cover. Maybe it will even happen one day. But, it’s not a do-or-die thing. I write for my pleasure. If others enjoy my books, too . . . bonus.
For now, I’m going to continue with my writing and posting on social media. My reader numbers are slowly growing, and I’m happy with that. I’ll do my own promoting and marketing and hope for the best. If it’s meant to be, it will happen.
Until next week,