I mean, sure a few more sales would be nice but let's face it, I'm no Hocking. Some people have read my book. It's well liked. End of story.
You won't find me on TV wearing a meat dress.
But something is happening in my life that's different than before. A few people are recognizing me. People who I don't know. People who stop me at the grocery store or pool and tell me they've read my book and loved it. This is a good thing. It's a flattering thing. It makes me want to keep writing for the sake of my readers. But it's also a bit of a scary thing because The Soulkeepers is snowballing, and I honestly don't know how big it's going to get.
There is a blessing in obscurity. I've recently emerged from several weeks of intensive writing and editing. I sort of went MIA on my social networking friends. I neglected my blog. But to be honest, only a few people care at this point and four out of five will forgive me. (Fifth person, you know who you are and you are being unreasonable).
But what if I was a Hocking? I don't mean her personally. You can replace that name with a number if authors in cyberspace. I wonder how hard it is to take time to write when everyone is watching. When a post that you've changed your toilet paper roll ellicits 300 comments, there must be a lot of pressure to never take time to do what it is we do...write...quietly...alone.
As for now, I am sheltered in my obscurity. I'm happy that my readers are finding me organically. It's a thrill to learn someone was pleasantly surprised by the adventure I took them on. And even though I take time off from Facebook, Twitter and G+, I'm still here.
I love that some of you missed me. But for now it's kind of nice to be able to come and go as I please. And to concentrate on what I love the most, to get lost in a fantasy world that I create for you one word at a time.
Oh, and I'm back, for now.
