Before starting their blog did any one put much thought in to what type of blog they wanted to write, or did they just decide to give it a go and see what happened?
This blog is a tiny bit of both. I read a great many books and articles (most of them free) about author platforms and how to use a blog etc. But I was procrastinating so much that in the end I just decided to give it a try and see what happened. When I manage to update regularly things go well and although I don’t get huge amounts of traffic I do get more than I expected. Recently though I’m having an identity crisis. This I think mostly comes down to my blog’s name. I don’t think it really matches my content anymore and that I should switch to a blog that makes it clearer who I am by entering the ‘insert your name’ writer category of blog.
Doing that though feels just a tiny bit frightening. Despite all the literature saying that I should I’m still not convinced that I will shift to wordpress.org as I also told myself I couldn’t justify doing it until I had got into the habit of regular updates all the time. But then it does seem stupid to switch to switch to a blog under a different name, and then switch to a blog with the same name again.
Is there anybody out there who may be in a similar position to me? Or who has more experience. Any advice or anecdotes would be appreciated.
As always a big thank you to Alex J. Cavanaugh for creating the Insecure Writer’s Support Group for allowing me to vent – and making sure I do update at least once a month.
The lack of time is something that crops up frequently when I’m feeling insecure. There is never enough of it. The frightening thing is that I am not sure why that is. I do work full time but I don’t have children and I’m not the most dedicated of house workers.
I’ve thought about this a great deal and I’m starting to worry that it’s me. Am I too lazy? Am I not organised enough? And does any of that matter as I’m just not damn good enough anyway?
Thank goodness for National Novel Writing Month. This November it’s been helpful to focus on a short term goal and to see a novel coming together after a month and a bit of planning. It’s made me remember why I enjoyed writing so much in the first place. More importantly it’s made me dedicate time to actually writing rather than worrying about the whole post writing things that occasionally overwhelm me. (Finding Beta Readers, hiring an editor, getting a book cover design, learning to format, sorting out a website, promotion…Arrghh!)
Jamie Ayres’ IWSG post really inspired me this month. She talks about her list of things she really wants to do, and although I have something similar it’s not quite as adventurous. I have a list of novels I want to write. Perhaps I need to pretend that there are more National Novel Writing Months, and get involved with Camp NaNo over the summer.
And apparently today is National Stress Awareness Day, so there’s a perfect excuse to bury my head in the sand and just concentrate on what my fingers are doing right now rather then becoming obsessed with all the things I can’t control and have no need to do right now! *Takes a Deep Breath*
Incidentally it is also National Sausage Week. Did anyone else know there was a National Sausage Week?
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I know it’s been a while (nearly a month!) but my internet connection has been temperamental, inevitably cutting out whenever I click the ‘publish’ button, or to confirm any of my online banking.
There’s a fault with the BT line apparently.
I’m still commenting on posts and clearing out my email (mostly at work) so don’t give up on me and keep in touch.
Hopefully things will be up and running for the October Insecure Writer’s Support Group. Guess what I’ll be writing about…
How quick the months roll round, and a big thank you to Alex J. Cavanaugh for bringing us all together.
So, this month I was going to talk about how hard it can be to make friends, especially as you get older and become set in your ways and less adventurous. The focus of this was going to be the fact that there are two writer’s groups where I live (yes, two!) and I have not yet been brave enough to venture out of my house in the evenings to try them.
Then I started thinking about all the friends I’ve made since I started blogging, and the over 300 people on the IWSG linky list who take the trouble to comment on my posts every month(not all at once, of course!) Thank you to you all for reading my random musings, despite the fact I am still terrified of breaking the text up with pictures in case I cite one of them wrong.
I think the best way to make friends is to be one. Therefore this post is going to be short and sweet and I’m dedicating the rest of my Wednesday evening to commenting on as many of the other IWSG post out there as I can before my eyes start crossing.
I hope that’s not too much sugar coated sweetness for everyone
That’s Readers Imbibing Peril. If you like Gothic, Paranormal, or down right scary stuff than I suggest you go here to find out more. Essentially though it’s an excuse to read as many scary books as you like in preparation for Halloween (R.I.P runs from today to 31st October).
There is also a group read for The Historian here, which I’m taking part in. I read the book a while ago and can remember that I loved it, although can’t remember enough about it to put me off reading it again.
I’ve also been toying with the idea of reading Dracula again after Emily January’s review.
Then there’re all the Ann Radcliffe novels on my Kindle that I need to see to. If that lady isn’t Gothic then what is?
As if all that wasn’t ideal enough then the reason I have so many unread Gothic novels lurking on my Kindle clanking their chains is because I’m aspiring to revise my gothic/fairy tale/regency/paranormal romance mash-up – so now I can’t put of the research any longer.
If that wasn’t excuse enough R.I.P finishes on October 31st, just in time for National Novel Writing Month!
Is it any wonder that the gothic/fairy tale/regency/paranormal romance mash-up isn’t finished?
With this in mind I’m aiming low, and hoping to only read The Historian and then either Dracula or The Romance of the Forest.
Finally, a big thank you to Tanya at The Yeti Says for putting me on to this.
Is anyone else taking part? Or do you have a favourite time of year?
A while ago I wrote about writing stories for my niece and how I found it challenging. Taking some advice from Tanya, I spent a family bbq with burying plastic bears in a sandpit. Although no stories as such came from this I did take a step on the way to making my world a little bit more pink.
Everything about my niece is pink, from the clothes she wears to the toys she plays with. However, even with out this she would exude a natural pinkness that just comes from her innocent interaction with the world. She is surrounded by people who love and care for her and that makes her happy and fearless in her explorations. Covered in my own defensive layers of cynicism I have never, since my own childhood, fully appreciated what it means to be a true fairy tale heroine before.
Inevitably, I am now going to try and make my world a little bit more pink. Not too much of course as I also enjoy delving into the darker colours on the spectrum, the almost black purples, the navy blues and greens like old thick bottle glass.
However, pink has its place and I found one of my own when my paperback copy of Days of Blood and Starlight by Laini Taylor was delivered, although not to my own address. In the last five years I have moved houses more times than the Littlest Hobo and my amazon account reflects this. When ordering the book that I had been gagging for since I finished The Daughter of Smoke and Bone I failed to choose the right delivery address and it went to my mum’s house.
Now I’d already prolonged the purchasing of this book as hardbacks take up more space and are harder to read in the bath (even with their dust jackets removed) and therefore there had been a steady growth of excitement as the release date of the paperback approached. Then I had a text from my mum saying an Amazon parcel had arrived for me. Then I waited until my birthday when my mum was visiting anyway, and then, with the book finally in my hands I made a conscious decision to finish the book I was reading before delving back in to the word of angels and chimera. Why? Because the childlike excitement of knowing the book is there, having it, holding it and appreciating the promise of a new adventure makes me feel undeniably pink.
Now I’m finding that pink is everywhere. All that is really needed is to take the time to appreciate it.
So what makes you feel pink?
Today I have a confession to make. My name is Deborah, and I read Regency Romances. Of all the folders on my Kindle the Regency Romance on is the biggest – it’s even entitled ‘oh dear’ as of all the romance genre I consider the Regency Romance to have the most fairy tale like quality due to the empire lines, tight breeches and a love that can even defy society, or Society in this case.
Still with over 40 books in my ‘oh dear’ folder the evidence suggests that I have gone well beyond the call of research for my own MS. So, ok, I enjoy reading them. Alright, I love reading them; I just don’t take paperbacks on the train. Some of those covers are far more provocative than the book’s actual content.
That’s why I cherish my Kindle. Behind that slick black exterior no one knows my reading habits.
That was until a recent journey. Without the visual clue of how far the book still had to go I finished sooner than expected, touched the screen only to be revealed with a promotion of the next book in the series. Needless to say it was the cover of the next books in the series and it showed a stunning array of flesh. I quickly put the screen saver on, thus banishing the treacherous image from sight. Then I looked up, only to discover that the rather attractive young man in the seat next to me had been reading over my shoulder.
The height of rudeness! However being too embarrassed to show my displeasure I actually blushed. Should women in there 30s blush? Or is that an activity reserved purely for the debutante? In my confusion I actually changed seats at the next station – no small challenge in the midst of rush hour.
The way I see it, this is something that I have to accept about myself. Constantly checking for sneaky train readers is not practical and results in neck ache. Either that or I just have to make myself read something less racy when in public.
Has anyone else got any else felt like they’ve committed a reading faux pas? Or what do you read as an indulgence?