OK, yes I do feel somewhat, or a bit more, sad for myself, I may get over it, but I will go on. I am determined to finish narrating Prisoner of NaNoWriMo this weekend, so I can sound edit it next week and then be done, pending a cover. I want to work on the second draft of Time Diving, polish it up. It is my fourth book, but the only one which is new, begun late last year, and done without a time line, like NaNoWriMo. I hope to make it an initial statement of what I am capable of as an author, no excuses or yah but's. I really achieve what I wanted to , and I think I did so powerfully. Of course this is independent of whether it is the type of things many people might choose to read, but somehow I cannot help that. I want to be wildly acclaimed, but I'd rather do the best I can.
I am torn whether to try medical suspense next, or fantasy. Both are more marketable areas, more potential readers, and I'm surely primed to do medical fiction, but I don't want to feel I'm pandering in any way. If I was getting paid a lot of money I'd pander like heck, but for what I'm pulling down, I'll maintain my ivory tower of integrety.
Ah well, enough lament and apologia, as my pal Milton says, off to pastures new. Have a great Easter with those you love, and who love you. If you think no one does love you, remember I do.
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