Hey, lovelies…
An unexpected change in my life has creatively benched me and I’m in absolute hell… (yes, I am insanely dramatic, but you should all know that about me by now!) My publishing journey started with a bang, getting four books out within the first two years. There wasn’t a single waking moment of my day when I had spare time where my laptop wasn’t on, fingers dancing along those sweet keys. There were so many stories to tell and so many characters desperate to be heard and put to page.
Then life happened.
Funny how that happens.
Between schedule changes, unexpected sicknesses, the endless list of mundane chores, and just… you know… life, the creative fire that felt like it was endlessly burning, went out. Poof. Just like that. At a time when I wasn’t even paying attention. It was gone.
I was burnt out.
The real problem with burn out is it hits like a ton of bricks, knocks you on your ass, and robs you of the strength to get up.
As much as I would love to stay on top of my pending projects, I think at this point, my brain needs the ability to write aimlessly. To feel it out and fall in love with writing again after feeling like I was in a race to put books out to stay relevant. To not be battling with social media algorithms, stumbling through marketing, following trends, and on an endless hunt for my readers. To exhale all the heavy things that go alongside writing and take a deep breath in of creativity alone.
It’s a tall order, but necessary.
I’m trying my best to keep the readers I have been lucky enough to find in the loop, and that means admitting that I am temporarily throwing in the towel and taking a hiatus. When all this changes, I will let you know, but until then…
Happy Reading!
Can’t get ink from an empty well. Take care lady!April Sent from my iPhone
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