When my website was reconstructed it was my intention to post a blog weekly — if not more. I’ve failed to do so and am wondering why. As much as I’d like to have a reasonable explanation, I can’t come up with one. Maybe I’ve become lazy. Maybe I have nothing to say. Maybe blogging is a companion of writing and I’ve had a problem with my new story. I say problem without any definition. My writing has become much like this blog; a cluster words that don’t say much of anything.
I began my new story in early January. I came easily for about the first ten days . . . then I got sidetracked by what I don’t know. I returned and did a rewrite of what I had written but it still looked the same. I had a character kinda floundering in a plot that wasn’t so much plot as it was memoire. The character (I’ll call him Joe) grew up in Hibbing, went through the Hibbing schools, was an accomplished athlete, and made his girlfriend pregnant. Now, underlying Joe’s life is his attachment to Mum; his reference to his single mother. The essence of all this is a mother/son relationship. Whoopee! That’s how I felt after over 25,000 words — no more than a passable novella. Adding to the frustration is the book I’m reading titled The Water Dancer, the author’s debut novel set in the days of slavery. It is excellent and the acclaim is deserved. Am I jealous? For sure. I appreciate great writers and, the reality is that I’m not one of them.
Were it not for local readers enjoying a story set in their home town I wouldn’t have much in the way of sales. And, speaking of sales, my last novel — The Final Chapter — is probably among the best written I’ve done. I checked with Gail — who handles my books while I’m down here struggling with a new story — told me that my sales since leaving in December amount to about 20 copies. Yes, TWENTY! That’s disheartening. I’ve had a few readers comment that they enjoyed the story but maybe I’ve worked my character to death.
I want to blame COVID and the lost marketing opportunities but . . . I think in all honesty that I need a break from the writing routine for the time being. It’s only early February and maybe I’ll be rejuvenated next week. I have a new idea but it would subvert what I’ve written and take me in a different direction all together. Maybe the problem is just the Florida weather this winter. Oh, I haven’t sold my Florida property yet and my car has been in the shop too often. Looking for reasons and coming up with lame excuses. Until next time . . .