So I completely forgot to post this…
But I’m taking Annex on tour! Below you will find the dates and stops of the tour. To get the grand picture stop everywhere!
|Love Bytes Reviews||http://lovebytesreviews.com/||5/9/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | There wasn’t more to the story.|
|Dawn’s Reading Nook||http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/||5/9/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Plan this. Plan that.|
|Bayou Book Junkie||http://bayoubookjunkie.blogspot.com/||5/10/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Motivation|
|The (Really) Naughty Corner||https://elizabethcoldwell.wordpress.com||5/10/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | The Process|
|My Fiction Nook||http://www.myfictionnook.com/||5/11/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | CATS|
|Unrandom Randomness||http://bronwynheeley.blogspot.com.au/||5/11/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Smash it with a hammer!|
|BFD Book Blog||http://bfdbookblog.net/||5/12/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Kash in first person.|
|Alpha Book Club||http://www.alphabookclub.org||5/12/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Teddy Bear|
|Oh My Shelves||http://ohmyshelves.com/||5/12/2016||Review|
|Inked Rainbow Reads||http://www.inkedrainbowreads.com||5/13/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | This is dedicated to who? It ended how?|
|Divine Magazine||http://divinemagazine.net/||5/13/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Series? Should this be a series?|
|Molly Lolly||https://mollylollyauthor.wordpress.com/||5/13/2016||Freeing Pain: Annex | Kash, what’s next?|
It’s a nasty thing called doubt.
This little thing eats away at us no matter our profession. Did I calculate [whatever] right? Should I have done [this] differently? Maybe I should’ve emailed [name] about a certain procedure before handing in [project].
It happens to all of us and trust me authors are not immune.
I can’t speak for other authors but I can take myself for example. I often wonder if my writing is good enough. I’ll write something and think This is crap. It all sucks and everyone will hate it. I should just give up. This happens quite a bit honestly. I also ALWAYS think I take on more than I can manage. So far, I’ve managed just fine and only decided to shelf one anthology call (it didn’t speak to me like the others). My workload is still the same since I’ve added an anthology call since. So, not much has changed there.
I also think I’ve missed something, some crucial point in my characters’ lives, a missing piece that could make the story better. With a series I always worry I’ve messed up the timeline somehow.
Timeline worry is a BIG THING with me. So is making sure a world of mine is kept neat and tidy everything works together. Or you know, I don’t forget something crucial.
Distractions also make things… Difficult. My mind wonders to this that or other and sometimes it takes awhile to get back in to the groove of a manuscript and then I think Well, obviously I’m not meant to write it since it won’t flow. Which is wrong (of course).
Everything all translates into doubt. Self-doubt.
Thoughts of I suck at this, I shouldn’t do this, this makes no sense, why did I do that, no one will like this, I can already feel the bad reviews, everyone will hate this, make writing difficult but then I remember one thing.
I have five things signed with a publisher.
And then I feel better because if I sucked I wouldn’t have five things signed with the same publisher. That just wouldn’t happen.
I’ve come to the DUH conclusion (again for the billionth time) that I don’t suck at writing (although I do suffer from extreme misuse of commas and punctuation in general besides periods and question marks). I’m fucking fabulous.
There you have it. My wonderful Narcissistic Author Post.
What? I warned you.
NOTE: This excerpt deals with physical and mental abuse. Advisory warning.
Note: If you followed my once active excerpts blog you’ve already read this.
I can feel him inside of me. Moving and slithering his way. Not just physically but mentally as well. Nathaniel’s putrid hate fills me, burning me from within. Clouts cock in my mouth suffocates my soul. Their combined malice threatens to drown me here and now.
The unidentified feeling curls and twists trying to find a way into my soul. It attacks the bleeding exposed section it merrily snacked on earlier. Its brushing caress leaves behind new bleeding wounds, this feeling is relentless.
Razor sharp hooks of barbed wire lash out finding new footholds in my sanity. This happy little vine constricts my very mind threatening to take everything away from me.