Am I aware that we’re nearly through the first month of the year already? Yes. Yes, I am. Does it feel like January had around 43 weeks rather than just over four? Also, yes.
Those who know me, or happened across me in the past, will know that I said in January 2020 that it was the year I would finally self-publish a book. Well, that didn’t happen. 2020 happened. I think we all know what that means, so I won’t elaborate on the shit-show that was last year.
So! Let’s look to 2021! This is–hopefully–the year I finally get somewhere in my author career.
2020 wasn’t a complete wash, writing-wise. I finished rough drafts of three stories for my Fantasy Romance series, and I did a round of edits on my Historical Romance (Regency). This year will probably be a little less full-on writing and a bit more editing and rewriting, but more on that another day.
2021 will be better. I’m determined. This year I’m releasing at least one book on Amazon Kindle, come hell or high water. I’m also querying another one with agents/publishers.
I will also try to blog regularly. In my world, regularly means once a week. Because let’s not get ahead of ourselves. I’m still a sleep-deprived mother of a tiny tyrant. My brain is in survival mode and anything else requires more planning than I’m capable of.
So… 2021, bring it on–let’s do this!