I resonate a lot with this post. The roller coaster between inspiration and the dead space between having nothing to *truly* stimulate me inside. I wanted to be a bestselling author but the reality of what a bestselling author actually is has hit me as well. I tried to get an agent with my first novel, which wasn't really all that great, but I truly believed it was. Since then I've been coasting a lot. Wrote some short stories and published a collection that I struggle to market. Online, it hasn't gained any traction at all in the giant cesspool of authors screaming for people to buy their book. At times I feel that I've failed yet again at being a writer, but it was the process of writing those stories, and then actually selling my book physically in my own city that brought me the most joy.
Makes me realize the importance of physical reality at times. I've been a longtime lurker of your content. I always appreciate your posts, Autumn, and also really dug Girl like a Bomb. I'll try to comment more. I've got 2 kids. They're 10 and 5 and it shocks me to realize that I've spent an entire decade flopping around like a fish whilst also trying to figure out what a "real" writer is whilst also doing mom stuff. It's hard, but sometimes when it's hard and I get that 5 minutes to read and comment on a post that makes me feel real feeling again, that's kind of the best it can be as well.
I resonate a lot with this post. The roller coaster between inspiration and the dead space between having nothing to *truly* stimulate me inside. I wanted to be a bestselling author but the reality of what a bestselling author actually is has hit me as well. I tried to get an agent with my first novel, which wasn't really all that great, but I truly believed it was. Since then I've been coasting a lot. Wrote some short stories and published a collection that I struggle to market. Online, it hasn't gained any traction at all in the giant cesspool of authors screaming for people to buy their book. At times I feel that I've failed yet again at being a writer, but it was the process of writing those stories, and then actually selling my book physically in my own city that brought me the most joy.
Makes me realize the importance of physical reality at times. I've been a longtime lurker of your content. I always appreciate your posts, Autumn, and also really dug Girl like a Bomb. I'll try to comment more. I've got 2 kids. They're 10 and 5 and it shocks me to realize that I've spent an entire decade flopping around like a fish whilst also trying to figure out what a "real" writer is whilst also doing mom stuff. It's hard, but sometimes when it's hard and I get that 5 minutes to read and comment on a post that makes me feel real feeling again, that's kind of the best it can be as well.