Okay was going through my discussion groups and getting very depressed. People who started post their stuff at the same time as me and selling hundreds of copies when all I had was a few free downloads. Made me wonder if anyone wanted to read what I write. Yeah I admit that I am not the most confident women in the world. That I would love having people read and enjoy my work is obviously a big thing for me. For an hour or so here I had been thinking why should I write if no one reads….but then I go look at my kindle report and one very nice person from Britain bought one of my stories. Okay yeah it is only one but it is a start right? One step begins the journey of our lives as the saying sorta goes.
I swear menopause must be around the corner. Have been so emotional in the past week. Up and down and back and forth, with less confidence than ever. I know i have stories to tell. So many that I run out of space in my head for them and they spill into whatever computer I have available. So many stories that need to be told. I am going to finish as many as life will let me and if no one but me reads them…well I will cry and go back to doing what I have for thirty years. Write and write and write.
Harry is nearly done. Getting ready to fight some trolls before getting to the big bads. I should finish this by my goal of Canada day. If I buckle down and if Harry does take the reins and go hog wild. Wish me luck readers. I need to get this right.