Time flies, especially when you’re old. The new year is just two weeks away , so it feels like a good time for a little introspection.
Let me start by saying how sick I am of the old adage to keep going, never give up, you can only fail if you quit, blah, blah, blah. What a load of bullshit. There’s an opportunity cost to never giving up. If you’re following the wrong path, the cost is particularly steep. Maybe the empathetic author with the soft heart should be writing children’s books or working at a counseling center instead of struggling to finish an erotic thriller. Perhaps the creative lead singer of a local rock band should spend less time trying to play rhythm guitar and focus on writing original material that could take his group to the next level. The banker that hates finance but loves English literature; the teacher that hates children, but loves animals; the lawyer that has written one too many briefs and yearns to teach high school history, and the list goes on.
So quit…start over. You have my permission to do whatever you want, as long as it’s not illegal. That’s not failure…that’s courage. I don’t have to tell you if you’re on the wrong path. You know. So make a new plan and find the right path. My God, don’t waste decades wallowing in mediocrity, especially if it’s something you don’t enjoy. Grow a pair and move on.
All right, back to me. I have six novels currently available on Amazon. They are mystery/suspense/thrillers with elements of romance. The only one that sells reasonably well is Tears at Sunrise, but that may be because it’s on sale for 99 cents. So, I need a new path. I don’t write for the money, but neither do I enjoy being a commercial failure.
I have two books coming out in 2018. Stone Ponies and Pieces of January both have a harder and rawer edge than my previous novels. I’m interested to see how they’ll be received. If they do well, I’ll continue down this path. If not, maybe I’ll write children’s books or join a death metal band.