I had a conversation with a fellow author today, one who is a good friend of mine. We were discussing the hazards of even mild success (which is how I feel about my own), and some of the pitfalls.
See, we’ve both been struggling with the third books in our series. All kinds of worries and stresses have filtered into our writing lives, making the actual writing more difficult. When we both started out, all we wanted was to finish a book and hold that book in our hands. That was the epitome of success. Nothing more was really wanted.
Now, a few books into things and suddenly there are things like marketing, reviews, sales, ranks, and the near constant worry that the ball will be dropped and we will disappoint our readers. Or, for whatever reason, we just won’t create as good of a book the next time around.
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