Ignore. Delete. Unfollow.

Lonely thoughts on a cold, February night....

I had someone say to me recently:
"You're just frustrated because you're not successful."

Well.....let's see. Yeah. I guess that's the truth.

This author thing is lonely.

It's not easy.

It's about as far from the limelight for 99.9% of us as...well, as grannie panties on Christian Grey's latest girlfriend.

It's maddening, frankly.

And I am going to take a few moments to vent about it.

No.

I'm not.

Because I tell people all the time: Shut up. Write.

Shut Up.

Write.

Ignore. Delete. Unfollow.

But sometimes, like right now, in the history of pop culture, it is 100% impossible to ignore.

So, what to do?

Succeed.

Ok sure.

I get that.

You pour everything you have into what you're doing.

Everything.

Waking moments.

Driving moments.

Moments when you should be doing something else.

Sleeping moments.

4 a.m. moments.

You spend money you shouldn't spend on editing, covers, promotions. And yet....

Here we are.

I had someone call me out today, lecture me for being "unsupportive" because I dared to make a joke about the hype?

Someone who called her "The Queen of fiction."

Me?

Unsupportive?

Time to drink.

Or write.

Yes. More writing. Because at least when I'm doing that I like to read.

What I wrote.

No, I don't like it that I'm not a "success."

Duh.

I've taken every small scrap of opportunity thrown my way and succeeded.

But not really at this...one...thing.

So, my nose is back to the grindstone.

More queries are out to more agents.

More words to meet more self-imposed, only important to me deadlines.

Why do they put blinders on racehorses?

So they see nothing but what is straight ahead.

The Finish Line.

All in the name of "success."

Someday.



Have a great weekend Lizland.