Hello, Readers!

It’s been a few days. I got lost in 2nd draft mode, which happens from time to time. I wanted to take a few moments to pen this post.

There are a lot of common misconceptions when it comes to books and the art of writing. After all, it is an art form. I’ve been writing since I was very young, but only the last six years or so have I taken it from being a hobby to something more serious.

I’ll admit in the beginning I was like, ‘I want to be a writer’. I will write books, and I will be the next Ann Rice, Stephen King, yadda ya. That thought pattern was completely wrong. One, it’s extremely rare to be an instant success. Plus, none of them were. It took many years of rejections, and hard work before they found their way to the top. At the time, I didn’t understand that. A few years into writing, and I finally get it. It’s work. It’s a lot of very hard work. You have to be willing to work crazy hours, squeezing in moments if you have a full-time job, dealing

A few years into writing, and I finally get it. It’s work. It’s a lot of very hard work. You have to be willing to work crazy hours, squeezing in moments if you have a full-time job, and wearing many hats. I’m a mother so I’m used to the many hats, but this was more than even I understood.

I know a lot of people still walk into being a writer as ‘One day I’ll write a book’, or ‘This will be easy, I’ll write this novel and money will rain down’. There are even nonwriters that believe books come out of nowhere. There is a reason it takes almost a year for most authors to release a novel. It’s an insane amount of work from story idea to paperback in your hands.

This is something that I know a lot of writers feel the squeeze on. Most family and friends don’t understand just how much time it takes, nor why people would dedicate so much time to something that may or may not payoff in the end. I know even in my own family it’s hard for people to understand.

I work. I work a lot. I’ve tried hard to find ways to balance my life, but the fact of the matter is just because I am home, does not make me available. Sure, I do not see paychecks the size of the rest of the working class, but that doesn’t make my job less valuable. The hours I put into any book is thousands upon thousands of hours in three to four drafts, edits, cover approvals, formatting, and marketing.

Sometimes it can be hard to force myself to sit up to a desk or the laptop and work when I know my family is off having fun, but if I had a job outside of the home where I clocked in and out….well, I’d be missing those times anyway. The amount of dedication to not sit on Netflix or Facebook all day is hard. I know there are times where I thought it would be easier to up and quit. It was easier to go hang out with friends and family. Easier to play games all day, and forget about my responsibilities and dreams.

There are days where I still struggle to stay on task, but I’m determined to get there. One step at a time. Day by day.

It’s a lot of hard work. It’s a lot of hours input. It’s blood, sweat, and tears.

You make the decision every day if it was worth it to you. If your dreams are worth fighting for.

I WILL get there because L.O.L. (Live it, Own it, Love it)