My bottom line is what you as a reader who has purchased one or more of my books do after having done so is ENTIRELY your business.
I found myself reflecting on it. Your genre, I feel, is irrelevant. After all, if you don’t write “from your soul,” from where are you writing?
Despite America’s British colonial heritage, the US doesn’t truly have a pub direct equivalent.
From the start of my blog here, I have been honest as to where I get lots of my books’ material. It’s not usually just off the top of my head. Indeed is entirely making anything up even, honestly, really possible?
If you think I’m going to be revealing any of the real-life people I know who may be the basis for, or whom I drew upon for, the fictional characters? I won’t be doing that anytime soon. (Do I appear to be completely insane?)
No, I haven’t absconded with the church funds. Nor have I run off with a senator’s wife. Nor have I killed a man. Nor any combination.
Of course a writer may die with a book unfinished. We will all die with some matters unfinished. Life is always an unfinished work.
Did you ever want to meet George Washington? That’s obviously not possible… and that’s why there are novels…
I suppose as a result I have been rewarded to learn I have had readers from not only in the US, Britain, and France, and elsewhere in Europe, but also in South America, India, and the Middle East – Lebanon, especially – and other places.
And if Amazon can bury us all in Prime Day emails and ads…
Twenty-three years ago this morning, July 14, 1995 (yes, yes, that was indeed before some of you were born), in Paris I was standing along the Champs Elysées…
I never outright count words, but based on my experience I would say a good start is just give yourself a recurring and rational goal you feel you can reach: “I’ll get a decent page done daily.”
What Americans celebrate today is not national perfection, but independence as a nation-state.
Another case in point: my friends and I watched Friends, first run, when it was brand new…
“But this must be very tiring for you, Robert? Shall I see England too? Oh, but I know you are still creating me. I hope I shall be beautiful and memorable…”