Time is a luxury, ask anyone who thinks there are not enough hours in the day. Have you ever met anyone who had  spare time? Probably not. Yet we have all the time there is. I don’t have more time than you, and I don’t mean span of life, I mean hours in the day.

If you could do anything you wanted to do, what would it be? For me it’s writing. I work on writing and the business of writing 12 hours a day,  7 days a week. When I say I have the luxury of time, I mean that I can do what I love for twelve hours every day.  I could spend even more time writing if I wanted, but there are other things I like to do too. Most of the time I don’t have to do something I don’t want to do. That’s what I mean by luxury of time, spending it however you would like.

I didn’t always have the luxury of time, because of the choices I made. I chose to be a workaholic most of my life, first in the corporate world and then in my own businesses. I can’t rewrite those choices,  but I am going to make certain that I  am very careful of this most precious commodity for the rest of the time I am given.

Sharon

A writer must be prepared to market his or her own work.  Even if a publisher decides to publish your work, the publisher still expects the author to do the heavy lifting.  They’ll get you into Barnes & Noble (as long as they’re around), they’ll book you on a tour (which you have to pay for) and they’ll hopefully get a review or two printed.  Then, you’re pretty much on your own.

So, start a blog, they say, collect fans interested in your work, they say, build a buzz, a following, some fans, some connections, some mentors, tweet and repeat. They say all of this.   OK, OK!

So I started a blog, but now I find that you’re supposed to write about something else besides your writing.  No one is interested in what number draft you’re on, which agent sent a rejection notice, or how frustrating the whole process is.  Or even what the process is. So, what should I blog about that will make people line up to read my blog, when all I really want them to do is read my book?  Is that ass-backward?

Any ideas?

Sharon