Then I fell into a bit of a depression. It’s okay. I’m okay. I’m fine actually. I made a huge decision this weekend and once the dust settled, I was faced with what is before me over the next few months. It’s scary but it’s also something I need to do. I think my writing career is dependent on it. I’ve had all kinds of signs—some like avalanches, some small—over the last weeks and I think the final landslide of a revelation finally hit with clarity I could no longer avoid.
I know I’m being all cryptic but I really can’t say what it is. Not yet. But have you ever had those moments when you see exactly the wrong turns you’ve made and exactly what you need to do to fix things and been scared to death?
I’ve been walking around going stupid stupid stupid. I feel like I’ve taken a huge detour to where I’m going only to find out if I’d taken a short dirt path I’d have been where I wanted a long time ago.
Just for this much clarity: I’m not going to stop writing. I’m not going to stop doing erotic romance either. These are two of my passions. I don’t regret them. I don’t intend to change them. To cement that part of my decision, I receive another landslide. I always appreciate those fortuitous events.
It doesn’t stop the fear.
It helps that I have people—trusted people near me—who whole-heartedly support my decision. I always appreciate that too. It makes a very good barometer.
I bit the bullet and bought some print books this weekend. One was Jennifer Armintrout’s final Blood Ties book. Congrats Jen on a triumphant finish. I can’t wait for your next book. I’ve been waiting and waiting and waiting FOREVER.
One of the other books Sexiest Man Alive by Diana Holquist is exactly the kind of book I was on about last week. It’s not an erotic romance but it has the rest as far as I can tell. More on that later. I also picked up Teresa Medeiros Fairest of Them All. I love Teresa Medeiros. She has several books that I’ve read then called people and said “Drop everything. Read this book.” I mean it. She has fantastic books. Breath of Magic made me cry like a baby. So did Charming the Prince and The Bride and the Beast. Those three books will never ever leave my keeper shelf. Heck, Breath of Magic is falling apart I’ve read it THAT many times. I think it might be time to pick it up again…
See you 400 pages later.
ADDENDUM: I ditched sitemeter today. Their upgrade just isn't working out for me and we had to make a split. I'm now using blog patrol. I like it so far even though it seems to think I've had zero visitors, lol.