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Why is it that you can't discriminate against people with kids when you advertise a house for rent, but you can say "no pets"? Frankly, most small children I've met have been a hell of a lot more destructive than my little dog ever could be.

(BTW, the first place we looked at fell through because the landlord decided he wanted to sell the place instead. And then he realized that was a stupid idea, and tried to get us to rent again, which we went along with until we saw his lease, which was basically so restrictive that we could've gotten evicted for sneezing too loudly. So, um...no.)

Epiphanies

Aug. 6th, 2010 02:37 pm
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It’s been a long time since I posted here.

There are numerous reasons for this, the main one being that I’ve just had more important things to do. It’s probably no secret that most writers (except the biggies and the ones with a decent backlist) have to work a “real” job to pay the rent. I had several big projects to handle this summer, as well as getting an ongoing freelance editing gig that pretty much takes up half my day. In a lot of ways, I’m very lucky — I have an understanding husband who’s fine with me only working part-time, so now that I have the ongoing gig, I don’t have to bother with taking on any more side projects. But for awhile there I was doing 50-hour weeks and not liking it very much.

So I thought once I had the second big project handled and off my desk, I’d have time to get back to writing. It’s more than a little depressing to realize I haven’t written a single word since mid-June. I’ve been doing a little editing, since I just found a new crit partner, but I don’t count that as real writing…not the sometimes exhilarating, sometimes hair-pullingly frustrating act of producing brand-new material.

However, I had a new release coming out this week, so that meant hours spent updating my website, emailing various people at various websites to work out promotional opportunities, Tweeting, posting on Facebook, filling out forms at said websites so that they had the information they needed to let people know about the book, etc., etc.

Jesus, I get tired just looking at that.

I ended up having a long discussion with my husband last night about the whole process, and how much I hate it. There, I said it.

I frigging hate promo.

There may be some who enjoy it, or at least don’t regard it with the same enthusiasm most people reserve for root canals or unexpected visits from the IRS. I understand that you need to let people know you exist, but I’ve seen certain writers hitting blog after blog and loop after loop, world without end, amen. I don’t know about you, but I tend to get turned off by that sort of thing. And even if you do jump through all those hoops, there’s no guarantee you’ll get readers. People read what they want to read; I know I’m pretty keyed into the sort of books I’m looking for, and I can read a blurb to determine that for myself. I don’t need an author with pom-poms hitting me upside the head to go read their latest opus.

So I’m putting down the pom-poms. Oh, I know there’s a minimum I’ll have to do any time I have a new book coming out, but I’m going to do my darnedest to make sure it doesn’t take up more than one or two hours of my time. Anything more than that, and I know I’ll begin to stress out to the point that actually writing anything is going to be impossible.

Which brings me to the second epiphany.

I think one of the issues I was having with this blog is that I kept telling myself that each post had to be Meaningful (capitalization completely intentional), and had to offer some pithy, illuminating bit of writing advice, and that I had to be completely correct at all times. In other words, it felt a bit like the online equivalent of a job interview that just went on and on and on.

Well, sod that.

This is my blog, and I’m going to say what I want. Now, I can almost guarantee that I’ll never bring up religion or politics (because I’m not that stupid), but if I want to grouse about how much I hate promo or complain about how my crit partner just isn’t getting it, or even wax lyrical about how cute my dog is, well, then, I’m going to go ahead and do it. Sure, I’ll talk about writing, because that’s the whole reason this blog and the website it’s associated with exist in the first place. Otherwise, though, it’s the wild, wild west, kids.

I also have something of a rant about writing what you think will sell versus what you bloody well want to write, but I’m already spouted off enough for one day.

Don’t worry…I’ll be back.

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