My month is flying by at an almost alarming rate. I’ve been participating in Camp NaNoWriMo, forcing myself to sit down and write every day. Thus far I’ve succeeded. Doubting myself, I had set the goal to 15,000 words, and I just passed that today. I’m working on rewrites for Sidekick, and while I believe some of the changes I’m making are for the betterment of the story, I’m still finding bits that I want to change. But I’m trying to continue the forward motion and not struggling to change what’s happened in previous chapters.
Emphasis on the word “trying”.
Yesterday was The Grid Zine Fest in Salt Lake City. I tabled with friend and fellow writer, Jayna Ostler. We also had her young cousin with us. I’m exhausted after spending hours at the fest, observing the energy of the other artists. There is still much I have to learn about how to succeed in the indie writer world. But I’m glad that I participated in the event.
I discovered that the hardest part for me is selling myself. Three-quarters of the time, I don’t believe in myself or my talent, so convincing people that they need to read my book feels like an impossible feat. We’ll just tack that on the long list of things I need to work on before I table at any other event.
My exhaustion level is high tonight. I’m hoping this week is mild, with plenty of time for me to recover from the weekend. While I love the people I work with, and I’m enjoying what I do, I dread waking up early tomorrow and dragging myself to my responsibilities.
(Also, I need to clean my bathroom. When’s the last time I cleaned it? Do I want to know the answer to that question?)
With this NaNo, I’m grateful to see a little progress with Sidekick. I’ve been sitting on this project for far too long. I’m itching to have another book published, something else to promote, and hopefully I see how I’ve changed for the better as a writer.