Can’t write, can’t stop writing

Focusing on my current career path has taken me away from writing and craft work for a second. I also do not live in a safe or healthy environment which also wreaks havoc on my ability to write.

It’s not that I don’t want to write. Nothing should hold me back from letting all these stories out of my head. Sometimes I have a spell of not writing for a while, which is normal. And I keep telling myself it’s okay. But I know somewhere inside that the reason I can’t do the writing I love is because of where I am physically and financially and where it puts me in my own head and emotionally.

Besides, no reader wants to hear that an author can’t deliver.

Two people in my life, more privileged than I in opportunities and background, have openly admitted that the problems they face in life are a direct result of choices they’ve made. In my case, that isn’t true. So I find myself barred from the worlds in my head that desire manifestation through the written word as I clean up messes that were made before I ever even born or thought of. Inherited messes that have made me stronger and yet somehow also weakened me and continue to stunt my growth. It’s personal, it’s me. And more than half of it isn’t my fault yet I find myself on damage control on my own life.

Can’t write. Can’t stop thinking about writing. It feels toxic. It hurts. Holding all this stuff inside my head on eternal pause. Worrying that something will slip away forever and I’ll never get it back.

Honestly, I’m between a rock and a harder rock.

This morning when my body woke me up at 6am with a painful, unexplainable adrenaline surge as it has done for the past couple months regardless of how much sleep I’ve gotten prior to the waking, I did write. I added to the next chapter of Infinity Second.

It felt good. Writing.

And I hope it doesn’t go away.

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Stumbled Across…Book Funnel

While reading this romance book (that wasn’t that good, by the way), the author mentioned Book Funnel. So I looked it up.

Book Funnel describes itself as a service that digitally

“delivers books to your readers without hassle. No matter what device your readers have, we’ll make sure they get their book”.

Sounds useful…maybe. I feel like the description was kind of vague until you get to a point where you need the service the company offers, so I wouldn’t know. Anyway, this post isn’t so much about Book Funnel as it is about what the author was using Book Funnel for.

This author wrote a book, which I read, then offered the sequel to the book…BUT only if the reader joins her mailing list. I’ve seen this tactic before many times, with other writers, advice people give writers for building their readership, and even on website to get supposedly free crochet patterns.

And it has never made me very comfortable.

A book is not free unless it’s free. I’ll say the same thing I said about that Jeff Goins webinar/scam: If you’re asking for a reader’s information, including their email, in exchange for a book then it isn’t free. You are getting information from the reader in exchange for your novel.

It is one thing for readers to sign up to your mailing list–that is a voluntary act. It is wholly another thing to offer readers your book for free…BUT only if they sign up to join your mailing list. And it feels a bit cheap and like cheating. If you have a con readers, it isn’t worth it.

As difficult as it has been for me to easily attract a readership, I honestly refuse to behave like Rumpelstiltskin.

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Writing isn’t free for me. As much as I love writing, it takes a lot of time, energy, effort, and willpower to write my novels and THEN try to find ways to get them to readers. But when an author tells a reader the book is for free it should really, truly, honestly be FREE. No strings attached. That’s what I believe.