I’m feeling worn out and depressed and just plain grumpy right now, but at least I know why.
I’ve got Book Drop. For about a year I’ve been working on Gingerbread Wolves and now it’s done. I’ve got a couple of minor corrections that I’ve noticed, and hope to be getting feedback from some folks who were kind enough to read the pre-release version, but it’s basically as good as it’s going to get.
Personally, I think that’s pretty good. I’m on my third back-to-back read-through and the story still grabs me. I think I’ve pushed my world and my characters just a little bit further, and I’ve got a couple of bits of genius and at least one genuine jaw-drop moment.
But, you know, as far as my day to day life is concerned, this book isn’t going to change anything. The day after I wrapped up Gingerbread I was back at my day job. When this one hits the market I still won’t be making enough from these books to live on. That isn’t likely to ever change.
It’s tough, dealing with that. I love my writing, and I want to do a lot more of it–but it can’t be my real job. It can’t pay my bills.
I go through this every time I finish a book. It’s a huge high to get to the end, and like all highs, it’s followed by a crash.
Oh, well. Back to work.