June 12, 2025
Well, that was... what? Putting the Rayne Forrest titles on Kindle Unlimited has been a bust. No traction. It's very disappointing to the author side of me.
A third of my life has been dedicated to writing, and the question I've been grappling with is no closer to a resolution. If I continue to write, how does it fit into my life NOW?
When I was a newbie, more established authors said to write the story you want to read because you may be the only person to read it. This is true.
When I was a newbie, more established authors said don't quit your day job because most writers can't live on their royalties. This is true. I made some pocket change but no where near enough to live on.
When I was a newbie, more established authors said don't look at readers to validate your work. This is true.
When I was a newbie, I couldn't imagine a time when I'd consider no longer writing. Here I am.
My late husband fought cancer for twenty-four years, and he fought the good fight. I miss him every day, but we talked. Really talked. What about? About life after he was gone. He gave me a rare gift with his words.
To say I've "rebuilt" my life is not precisely accurate. I've continued on in the life we built, but I'm adding individual touches in places I'd not anticipated. This is a good thing for me. I love the life we built and shared, and I love what I've added to it.
These days, writing feels like making a choice between an intellectual practice and living my life. Which one do I feel is more important?
Is this the question that won't go away, or the question with the answer I don't want to accept?
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