This morning I answered emails, poked around on a few blogs then procrastinated for a while on K4L and Twitter, my usual morning routine, and then I started working on Yantsu. I got so into the story that the morning just flew by and I couldn’t believe it when I realised that I hadn’t even had breakfast or lunch and it was already time to go for my run.
I decided to go anyway. I was only going to do 8km and I figured I could manage that on an empty stomach. When I run I tend to drift off into a world of my own (yeah, I know – not good) and I got to thinking about my issues with the whole self promotion thing.
At first I thought it was because I didn’t have the confidence in my work. But I’ve been around long enough to know that with anything as subjective as fiction, you will get those who love it and those who hate it, no matter how good, bad or indifferent. I mean, come on, I’ve watched Shaolin Soccer twice.
Then my mind wondered back to Yantsu and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I love it too much. It’s so ingrained in me, and probably a lot of others, that we are supposed to work for a living or earn our keep etc and that’s just not fun.
Writing fiction, for me, is a blast. I love it. And I think there’s some warped part of me that thinks if it’s this much fun I don’t deserve to get any more out of it. Boy, I hope if I ever need a therapist he/she never reads this. They would have a field day.
Maybe I never will make a living writing fiction, but it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t sell a few books. I think I will start wearing my book on my boobs! 😀