March Newsletter
The Idea Machine
Hello friends, March felt like it passed in the blink of an eye and now here I am with the windows open watching my tulips and daffodils start to poke their little green leaves out. Spring has been slow to hit us here in Michigan so I’m soaking up every minute of sunshine.
This past month brought a ton of new readers, some most excellent art work, and about ten new ideas for books. I have ADHD, as some of you may know, so ideas tend to bounce in and out of my head like little rubber balls. When I want to focus on my current project, I’ll often get the flash of a story or dialog when I’m driving, or showering, or when I’m supposed to be working my day job! Those flashes sometimes fade, like a dream hours after you wake up - the details are fuzzy and you can barely remember them. But other times they stick, they claw at me till I put down whatever I’m doing and answer them. You do not want to see my Goggle drive, there’s a lot of three or four page documents filled with things like “Rockstar brother’s romance trilogy” or “Demon x Nun apocalypse smut”… that’s not meant to tease you, neither of those are more than a regurgitation of texts I send my sister before she rolls her eyes and asks if I’m working on her Romantasy novel yet? The answer being yes, but at the same time a resounding no.
I’ve set a pretty balls to the wall schedule for the next two years when it comes to Pleasin’ Season (more on that below), but I know in my heart the idea machine will kick on and drag me away for a while. The good news is I’m my own boss, I can write what I want, whenever I want. But that’s not exactly conducive to a productive publishing career - be it indie or trad. And no matter how many notes I take, or Pinterest boards I make, I know that not all ideas translate into books.
What I guess I’m trying to say, in a very rambling long-winded kind of way, is that the biggest obstacle for me putting out my next book is me. I’m the idea machine, the scribe, the promotor, and so on and so on… and even when the machine is running at full speed, I have to remind myself that I’m only human.
