Wednesday, December 15, 2010

So I went and had a mid-week Writer's Night Out with Cherri Galbiati last night.

We ate chips and dip, and talked about writing. Or to be honest, we talked about not writing. We've both been having problems with that lately, and we don't like it. Our productivity is way down, and we're not too happy with the stuff we have managed to get done. And a lot of that has to do with getting lost in the forest and not seeing the trees anymore.

I have been so focused on different aspects of the field of writing lately that it's becoming hard to get any actual writing done. I've been worrying about sales, trying to figure out why one story sells and another doesn't, checking my sales on the internet every few hours, trying to figure out which book covers work and which ones don't, wondering about titles and why some seem to be catchy and some aren't, thinking about promotions, and just generally lost in a mindset that is not at all conducive to the act of sitting down and writing a story.

I intend to do something about that. Let's just say that there are a couple of New Year's resolutions coming that involve more than me maintaining my current role as the pinnacle of male perfection.

But now Christmas is the thing I must focus on, and there are yet presents to buy. I need to dig back through old emails and try to find gift lists that I have been assured were sent to me. Then I guess it's off to the malls.

Tis the season...

1 comment:

  1. I can't believe you're up so early. I can't believe you're able to string two sentences together after so little sleep! ha. I can't believe you're returning to the mall today. I can't believe Santa's coming in only "10" days! *tossing food at the dogs and rushing out to run shop*
    Discombobulated me--