Remember week one? That was so great.
Week two started with us getting insulation installed on the entire first floor, which turned our just-cleaned home into a war zone one night before my sister came. Then she was here, the day after she left a contractor came, and by then everyone was exhausted for days.
My writing schedule went to shit. I didn’t write Tuesday, Thursday or Friday. Additionally, I read some bleak reports on the self-publishing author outlook. Basically, the e-pub market is saturated right now, and it’s harder than ever to get traction. Amazon is using its genius to try to take as much off the top (i.e., from the writer) as they can. I should have done this years ago (Sorry! I was still trying to be a playwright!). Hugh Howey seems to be traveling the world in his yacht right now drinking mai-tais and taking shirtless selfies on tropical sands, while I and my fellow indie writers hustle and weep. For a lot of indies, it’s a full-time job and they seem to spend more time on self-promotion than on writing, while I’m a stay at home mom who has a few nap-time hours a day to divide among all the other things I have to do.
I spent 100% of my free time on Thursday trying to figure out how to post to the blogging site Medium, based on a book marketing chat I had followed the night before on Twitter. And after all that, I finally accomplished it only to have zero people see any of it! Medium is another full-time job for the people who do it well, and so I decided I could only do so much at a time re: social networking and abandoned that avenue for now. But sometimes it’s just going to feel like wasted effort, because you don’t always know what will pay off until you try it. And maybe it will still pay off at some future time.
But here is the “upside of the downside”–even with all that, I still wrote about 1000 new words, which is more like 2000 when you factor in the words I deleted in order to rewrite. And I even though I was too busy to stick to my new exercise schedule at all, I was apparently also too busy to remember to eat, and I lost two pounds!
I’ll be posting the first excerpt of Chapter 2 on Friday, which I am still rewriting. 2000 words be damned, rewriting one early chapter is a slog that feels like going backwards instead of forwards. This is probably why NaNoWriMo forbids it entirely, but I press on.
If you missed Chapter 1 on Friday (something about an inauguration), you can read it here.