As I prepare for the launch of my second full length novel, I am appalled by the loose ends left. It is mind boggling.
I have learned the writing of a novel is easy-peasy. The first time I edited my final project, I thought, this is harder than writing it. Then I had to publish it, again, I thought it was far easier to write it. Then I had to market it. WOW! Writing is definitely easier.
I know I’m not the best author on the market. I am a humble individual. But also, a little cocky, I know my work is not the worst out there. As I learn what I am doing beyond writing, I am becoming increasingly overwhelmed. It would be easier to just not. Just write when I want to write, then put down the pen (or keyboard) depending on my creative mood and go to a 9-5 job. Then I ask myself, why do I want to do this?
I recently left another job because I felt unappreciated and marginalized for my abilities, potential and efforts, among other things. Why do I want a job like that? Why should I not put forth my own efforts, succeed or fail based on what I do, and not someone else?
Motivation, that is the deciding factor. When I sit at my desk and see my lists of things to do, because there is more than one list, I think I can do this. If one other person can be successful at it, I can too. I just have to believe in myself.