by Giselle Renarde
Like Lisabet, I've been doing far too much of nothing lately.
Not NOTHING, exactly. Try spending an entire day staring at a wall. I can manage that if I'm severely depressed, but that's not where I'm at right now. Still, I haven't been writing much of anything. Even typing this blog post right now feels a little strange. My fingers aren't accustomed to the work-out.
I used to be a prolific author. I've lost track of how many short stories I've written over the years. Hundreds, definitely. Possibly a thousand or more.
I've never been a big novel writer, but I think I've written at least a dozen. Lots of novellas and novelettes.
Recently, my rights have been returned to me on a number of works from a number of publishers. Sometimes it was the case of a publisher folding. Sometimes I asked for my rights back because sales were low. Sometimes rights were offered back to me because sales were low.
So in this anniversary year (10 years writing professionally!), what have I written?
Umm.... not much, actually. I've been editing, repackaging and republishing older works.
The last book I wrote was a NaNoWriMo novel, November 2015, working title: In My Stepbrother's Shadow. That will probably change to simply In Shadow. I was trying to write a simple Stepbrother Romance, because they were so popular waaaaaay back in November. But of course my unconscious took over and it somehow turned into an allegory about Canada's spectacular colonialist ability to both ignore and malign our Indigenous population.
Not exactly what I was aiming for, but much more to my taste. Kind of sucks that I set out to write a book that could make me money and I ended up writing a book that'll only be purchased by five Jungians (and one of them will be me).
But that's how I operate. I'm constantly shooting myself in the foot financially. It's what I do. My sister says it's my Adult Children of Alcoholics inability to live an easy life. I always give myself problems to deal with. The second things start going well, I rip the carpet out from under myself.
I am my own best friend and my own worst enemy.
However... I got an email reminder that "Camp NaNoWriMo" is coming up in July. I've done the November one a few times, but never the summer session. I think it'll be a good idea for me.
I've spent far too long rehashing the past. It's time for something new.
(Although I will take this opportunity to let you know my erotic novel Anonymous is FREE right now at Amazon. You've got until Sunday to grab a copy for no money. Please do! Links are on my blog.)