What's the Problem?

I've entered a new phase of my writing life.

It's called relaxing. I just wish I was good at it.

Since May 30, 2014, when I self-published my first novel, Seeking Blue (as always, available on Amazon.com and other local booksellers), things have changed. I'm still writing articles for UCHealth and Mind+Body, and I've contributed another essay to Fort Collins Magazine, keeping my second career very much active. I'm continuing to learn about journalism and writing, meeting new and interesting people, and making a few extra bucks in the process.

I also received my first not-so-fantastic review on Amazon the other day. Granted, I sought it out and appreciate the reviewer's honesty, but I've been reminded that literature is subjective, and that humility is necessary for all artists.

I've had a book launch party, done a couple of readings, stocked Seeking Blue in the bookstore at our family vacation spot, Star Island in New Hampshire, and had a book signing at an indie bookshop here in Fort Collins. I've sold 35 hard copies (so far) between those two shops, which, I'm told, is pretty good for an unknown self-published author in the first four months of publication. In fact, the woman at Old Firehouse Books in Fort Collins told me that my "local author" book signing was the most successful they've had this year.

I sold 7 copies that day. Essentially all of those copies have sold because of specific efforts to market and promote my novel using word of mouth, posting fliers and sending emails. Basically, bugging the heck out of people.

I've also scheduled three separate talks about writing within the Fort Collins community, at independent living and senior-type facilities. This makes me happy because I get to combine two of my passions: writing and hanging out with older folks. All while helping to promote the brand that is Andrew Kensley, Author.

Things are going well. I work three days a week at a job that I enjoy and that pays the bills; I get to work a second job that I love doing and helps pay more bills and also thickens the "Vegas" envelope, all while still having time to do house projects, spend a lot of time with my family, exercise, and get some much needed time in the mountains.

So what is the problem?

Exactly. There isn't one. I've decided that instead of getting upset about slow sales, worrying about whether Seeking Blue will ever hit the big time and what my next book will be, taxing endless self-promotion, and spending every waking minute trying to figure out how to sell more books and get an agent and a publisher and hit the big time, I'm going to take a mental break and just enjoy what I've accomplished.

I deserve it.