As most of us can agree, 2020 was the year we’d all like to forget. I literally opened my back door and slammed it shut at midnight on New Year’s Eve. I wanted to kick-out the old year and embrace 2021.
I have a confession to make. In early 2020, my writing stalled. I became frozen. Yes, I’m a hermit by nature—living for the most part in my writing cave. However, I did not want to be there anymore. I became concerned for my family, the world, and I did not like my routine anymore. I had been working seven days a week for ten years, and I had enough. Marketing had somehow become far too important than writing, and I felt the need to be everywhere each day. I was long overdue for a shakeup, and I can only blame myself for my intense schedule.
After the promotional release of my last book in August, I stepped away for a wee bit. What did I want to do with my life? Did I want writing and marketing to consume my waking moments for another ten years? Questions I seriously had to ask myself.
The answers astounded me. What I missed were other joys in my life—from music, learning Gaelic, playing more in my garden, and spending time with my hubby and family.
Writing stories will always be a joy and a constant in my life, but I learned to incorporate time for other pleasures. I pulled out my lap harp and began taking lessons, and I signed up for online Gaelic courses.
Life is far too short, and there’s so much more to explore. The year of 2020 made me pause and reflect. I found the balance again, and my writing returned in force. Just like magic!
The marketing can wait a day or two.