Once I finished Losing Control, and the cover art, I found myself diving into another book almost instantly. This has never happened to me before. Generally, I’m so exhausted and cross-eyed from the numerous edits, I don’t feel like writing for awhile.
Truthfully, I am waiting on final feedback on Losing Control before finally publishing it. No one wants to publish garbage and I think it’s something that all serious writers face. No matter how many top-starred reviews I receive, I always look for that validation. I’m not sure what validation is – for me, at least. Positive reviews have kept my fire burning, however.
Hell, there’s even a support group. It’s true. It’s for insecure writers. My fellow writer/blogger Rusty Webb posts about it frequently.
I’ve also realized through another fellow writer, that it’s time to start thinking about me – my health I mean. CJ West recently made a cheeky post about Man Boobs (yes, my dear daughter, I know they’re called “Moobs”,). He’s getting poised to pose shirtless for another fellow blogger. It’s launched him into a fitness routine
I’m 35 and it’s time I get back to it. I used to be on the treadmill a minimum of an hour a day. I spend so much time actually trying to earn money, to write, be a mother and take care of everyone else and my home, that I stopped taking care of myself. Today I say no more. Today, I’m back to putting my health first. After all, things are wiggling and jiggling where I don’t want them to. . . you don’t have to be obese to make a dramatic change.
Anyone with me?