My novel, Lighting Candles in the Snow, is set to be released next month, September 18. And I've been taking it very well. Hadn't noticed any undue anxiety or stress related to the final stages. My reviews will be mixed, some great, others not so much. Sales will be fine. Not fantastic but okay. The usual. Why worry? After all, it's my fourth book, and I know what to expect.
Yet I've noticed an excess
of stress over all kinds of other things. I won't bore you by telling
you the details of my anxiety-prone routine except to say that this
morning it all became clear. I am transferring! My unconscious self is
playing little tricks, making me feel uneasy over little meaningless
things while the really BIG thing, a new novel coming out, remains
untouched and pristine in its anticipation.
Because I am super-excited about this novel. I love the cover! It is perfect.
The photographer and designer did an absolutely fantastic job, and it
accurately reflects the tone and themes of the story. When I think of
its release, I feel only joy. No anxiety. Weird and quite unlike me.
Unlike my previous works, Candles is not autobiographical. (My husband
wants me to make sure everyone who knows us understands this.) And when I
began, I was concerned that I could cut out a 65K word novel from the
whole cloth of my imagination.
I feel euphoric when I realize: I did it!
I finished the novel-writing Olympics and whether it's a gold-medal
winner or just the unlikely little guy crossing the finish line, what
matters is that I showed up and finished and now here it is. Soon to be
Now to do something about my hair. Because it is really stressing me out.
"Never give up. And most importantly, be true to yourself. Write from your heart, in your own voice, and about what you believe in." ~ Louise Brown
"Write something to suit yourself and many people will like it; write something to suit everybody and scarcely anyone will care for it." ~Jesse Stuart
"A writer's job is to take one thing and make it stand for twenty." ~ Virginia Woolf