I came close. I pitched a fit, was depressed for the rest of the day, but then woke up today and told myself it must mean that what I wrote was crap and I will write something better the next time I get back to it.
Sounds good, but I am still having a hard time with it. I keep writing notes trying to recall what I wrote, but I know that won't work because I'd be forcing it. I will just start fresh and hope for the best. But, I can honestly say, I will NEVER EVER be so quick with these damn fingers when it comes to saving my docs!
Thanks, I definitely will do that. It's just when I get going like that, there usually are no pauses. But I will force myself to do so because I never want to experience another melt-down like yesterday again.
Not that I have the same worries about other shoes dropping, but I have had the obsessive "reports check" myself. It was like a flu, a wild fever, checking every day to see "has someone bought it yet? do they like me yet?" over and over again. I had to actively NOT log in to my account here to stop being so needy. I keep feeling I've jinxed myself, but I had to check to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong before, and now that I know what wasn't working, I have to make the changes. That and finish working on the next piece.
For the support group - somehow we need to do a whole series of positive affirmations: telling ourselves we're good enough, we're smart enough, and doggone it, people like us, no matter what our reports say :P
Mine works exactly like that on a smaller level. With every additional to the chart, my sales looks like an EKG monitor (at least the patient's not dead.) And the weird thing is that some great weeks are followed by horrid weeks.
For the first time in a year, I had 0 sales in a week. Now THAT scared me. But then I had 3 sales yesterday, so I guess it's not the end yet.
That is heartbreaking. Even when I edit, I have a "Cut Scenes" file that I save everything to, just in case. I actually have a story I've been sitting on for a year that I killed with a premature edit.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize it was because I cut the heart out of it, so I'm going to restore a few scenes that I removed and start writing on it again.
Positive affirmations? I visited my bank the other day where my royalty is deposited each month. Just before I walked inside, I stood on the sidewalk holding up my cupped hands to a clear sky. A passerby stopped to ask, "What are you doing, it's not raining!' I replied, "I'm just holding up my hands to catch some other drops called a royalty!"
Here's one more "affirmation" although on the morose side of self reflection.
I've had a recurring thought upon passing by any graveyard. Not stopping to visit but glancing at all the old stone markers and seeing the emptiness inside. Then I reflect, "All those people passed-on and hardly ever a visit from anyone and practically no one cares. Where is their legacy. Where have all the flowers gone?"
Then I embrace my own warm thought. I have a legacy. I'm a writer. My works are my immortality from the ground up. Surely, I'm no James Whitcomb Riley. His resting place is at the highest point in Indianapolis Crown Hill Cemetery (a U.S. historical landmark). People visit his grave site almost everyday.
For my part, the works I leave behind will have to "work" for me. Cheers!
For several weeks back in December and January, Big Lake was selling an incredible 1,000 books a day. Wow, talk about a thrill. But sales suddenly dropped and have continued to drop. Down to about 15 books a day. Ouch! But it's just the way things are in the current market. All we can do is keep writing, keep marketing, and hang in there.