It’s been a couple of years since I have done any serious writing. That disappoints me so much. However, studies are over with and I have my life back. That study and work period reinforced that time is precious, and so I headed back into writing wanting to streamline what writing involves for me. That is cutting down the amount of writing related work that isn’t actually writing. April saw the website get a little spruce up, courtesy of my other half. ‘The Darkwood Mysteries’ is no longer a separate website, but a page on my author site, and soon I will stop using the social media accounts for this series and my self-help title ‘Get Over It’. That way I can just focus on one social media account as me, sharing whatever I find interesting, from writing, weirdness through to geek, to Victorian history and to self-help. Eclectic as I am. One of the last tasks before I get back down to writing was to reformat ‘Get Over It’… Formatting. What fun. I have learnt that images can be resized in a few ways, which, if you’re a novice self-publisher like me, you might find useful to know.
August has not been the most satisfying writing month 😦 Firstly… I’ve been waiting for a review of the new and improved ‘Ivory’; keen to see what people other than me and my editor think of it. Then one turned up… 3 star. Not too shabby.
Then I read the review. Unfortunately it’s a review of the original version of the book. Not only that, it’s the same review I received 3 years ago on Goodreads. Now, don’t get me wrong, it’s a good review of what was a sub par novel. It’s nicely balanced, constructive and kind (unlike some reviewers!). I was grateful for the review on Goodreads as it was this exact review that made me realise I was too close to my material to recognise really stupid mistakes. And I mean REALLY stupid mistakes. It was the review that made me pull all my work and set me upon getting it professionally edited. So, I’m quite gutted that this is the first bit of feedback I got for the new and–hopefully–improved ‘Ivory’, and that ‘Ivory’ is now haunted by it’s past. Appropriate, I guess, considering Ivory haunts the people who encounter her, but that’s the kind of twisted irony I could do without.