In June I did something that will shock some of you. I removed my paperbacks and eBooks from Amazon. After nine years of using Amazon to create, publish and distribute my books, I called it quits. Our partnership was no longer serving me.
A few months ago I cleaned up the files in my computer. During the process, I peeked at my files of unfinished novels. There are some books I’ve been writing bit by bit for 5 or more years. I read some of them. They were painful to read.
I normally just leave it at that, but this time I was curious about them. They were good ideas, just executed poorly. How did such great ideas transition into horrible writing?
One of the most important changes I’ve made this year is to stop answering “how are you?” with “I’m fine” when I’m not fine, when things aren’t OK. Why should I lie to myself, my family, my friends, even strangers? Besides, it comes off as disingenuous; people can tell that you’re lying, that something is bothering you. This constant dishonesty can also push away people who genuinely care about you.
I said this lie because I didn’t want to talk about what was bothering me at the time. I didn’t want people, especially associates and strangers, to pry into my life. I felt ashamed to be going through a tough time. I’m an adult; I’m supposed to have this life thing all figured out by now.
Words = Life
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