The days after the magic...
Well, its been four days since the launch of my second novel 'Freya's Child' and I'm sitting here contemplating what to do, how to feel and where to start next???
It's an odd thing launching a book. A book is like a child - NOT that I'd launch a child obviously! But I've created this book, nurtured it, moulded it and slowly, the characters have become alive to me. I feel them, see them in my head and heard their voices as I wrote.
Then, it was time came to launch them into the world. Parade them in front of an audience and ask them to acknowledge and like them to.
What if they don't? What if they reject my character's, my babies, my baby, my creation and therefore, reject me?
I was asked lately what it's like to be a self-published author and how do I cope?
I answered truthfully, that you have to be resilient in this job. Be truthful to yourself and have courage to continue. It is hard to open your soul to the world and ask if they will accept you...and if they don't, then you have a good cry and pick yourself up off the floor and damned well try again or go out and get another job.
I cry. I have moments when I ask myself truthfully - is this really what you want? To live in perpetual hope that people will read your stories and find that they like what they've read - therefore spreading the word and before long, you are a known name. Your stories are loved, accepted and craved.
But always living with that terrible fear, a black cloud that hovers, just above in my peripheral vision that I won't make it. I won't become a known author worldwide and before I know it, my life has passed by in a haze of hopes and lost dreams.
At what point do I give up? Do I give up?
Echoes and Freya's Child are my beginnings - so, I sit here, pondering...where is my end? Freya's ChildP.J. Roscoe
It's an odd thing launching a book. A book is like a child - NOT that I'd launch a child obviously! But I've created this book, nurtured it, moulded it and slowly, the characters have become alive to me. I feel them, see them in my head and heard their voices as I wrote.
Then, it was time came to launch them into the world. Parade them in front of an audience and ask them to acknowledge and like them to.
What if they don't? What if they reject my character's, my babies, my baby, my creation and therefore, reject me?
I was asked lately what it's like to be a self-published author and how do I cope?
I answered truthfully, that you have to be resilient in this job. Be truthful to yourself and have courage to continue. It is hard to open your soul to the world and ask if they will accept you...and if they don't, then you have a good cry and pick yourself up off the floor and damned well try again or go out and get another job.
I cry. I have moments when I ask myself truthfully - is this really what you want? To live in perpetual hope that people will read your stories and find that they like what they've read - therefore spreading the word and before long, you are a known name. Your stories are loved, accepted and craved.
But always living with that terrible fear, a black cloud that hovers, just above in my peripheral vision that I won't make it. I won't become a known author worldwide and before I know it, my life has passed by in a haze of hopes and lost dreams.
At what point do I give up? Do I give up?
Echoes and Freya's Child are my beginnings - so, I sit here, pondering...where is my end? Freya's ChildP.J. Roscoe
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