Today I have been formatting the final volume of The Green Woman series, Beyond the Realm of night. Tomorrow it will all be done, blurbs and acknowledgements written, and ready to go. This should be a moment of great excitement. I should feel a great sense of acheivement. Do I? Not really. For one thing, like all good stories, it isn’t over. I am still writing stories about incidental characters, and have written 100k words of the follow-on series.
But there is another reason for not feeling particularly excited about the ending of this particular chapter: a great sense of frustration. I look at how other authors promote their books, I read their promotional blurbs, their frantic tweets and FB posts. I sometimes even dip into some of the ‘awesome’ stories using Amazon’s nifty look inside feature. What do I find? A morass of mediochre, badly-constructed, unoriginal writing. I know…
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