It’s once again the first of January. As you know, instead of creating a New Year’s Resolution, I take one word, one concept, and focus on that. I’ve been blogging about this since I started this writing journey eight years ago. (Holy smokes–where has the time gone?)
If you’re new, here’s a rundown of years past:
This past year:
2017 The Year of Success. This was the year I discovered that success comes in many forms. I lost another thirty pounds, expanded my developmental editing skills and worked with some incredible authors and editors. I experienced bittersweet moments as my daughter continued to thrive in a place that’s sixteen hours from her mama, and my son graduated Cum Laude with a Bachelor of Science degree in Biochemistry. I worked on The Scythian Legacy while the foreign rights agent shopped the first book internationally and my agent explored the film side of things. (In case you missed it, The Scythian Trials, the first in the new series, is slated for release by Vesuvian Media in the fall of 2018).
While 2017 had many high points, it also had its low. Negativity and polarization reign as the country struggles with a never-ending political firestorm. Willful ignorance has some turning a blind eye to the darkest facets of our society, and science has somehow become “fake news.” To make matters worse, Kentucky’s governor has thrown my pension on the chopping block, forcing me to explore the possibility of leaving a city I’ve lived most of my life. The publishing industry is dealing with the controversy surrounding Amazon’s stranglehold on the market, and piracy’s destructive effect on both indie and traditionally published authors have driven overall sales down.
With the country in political hell, the education system being torn apart for the sake of profit, the publishing industry in disarray, it feels like every facet of my life is spinning out of control.
Leaves a girl feeling defeated, overwhelmed, and helpless.
And I don’t do helpless well. In fact, I don’t do helpless at all.
And so, 2018 shall forever be named The Year of Control.
- I can’t control the economy, the new tax laws, nor the fact that my house property value tax went up almost 30%. But I can research and prepare for the inevitable, and I can start being more fiscally responsible.
- I can’t control our insanely toxic political climate. But I can control what I share on social media and how I choose to react.
- I can’t control whether our state legislature grows a conscience and honors the contract I signed eighteen years ago. But I can control where I work and live.
- I can’t control the tumultuous changes in the publishing industry, nor the twat-waffles that are pirating books. But I can trust my agent to garner the best deal possible, and I can be diligent about reporting and going after those sites that are hurting the industry. And I can continue to educate readers on just how destructive downloading books from illegal sites can be.
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