You know how sometimes life throws you these curveballs?
This is a baseball expression and means something unexpected and surprising happens for which you are unprepared.
Well it happened and it derailed me (again). But this time, it’s not a superficial misunderstanding, a miscommunication or some other unimportant-in-the-grand-scheme-of-things issue which left me hanging in mid air, unresolved.
Not this time.
Instead of undesired forced silence and a breakdown in communication as was the case before, the lines of communication in this case have opened wide.
I appreciate open communication, and especially through the written word, as so many of you know.
We received some news a week ago that my brother suffered a seizure. He lives on the west coast, as does my sister. I’m the only kid who remained in the Toronto area where we moved to when we emigrated Switzerland in 1980. All three of us were still kids when we arrived: I was 11, my sister 9 and my brother 7.
But back to the seizure: his teen son called 911 when he saw his dad collapse on a hotel pool deck (they were on a skiing vacation north of Vancouver somewhere) and long story short, he has a brain tumor.
I don’t want to go on about it much in these pages here, I just want to give you a glimpse to explain why some of my platforms I’ve worked on have disappeared just as I was gaining momentum.
It’s interesting that requests for my stories started arriving more after I deleted the site (gumroad). I discovered some problems with the PDFs and was full steam ahead with fixing them when the call came about my brother. Between staying with mom in the suburbs when the calls came and dealing with my kids at their dad’s in the city, I had to drop the PDF thing. I didn’t have time or focus and decided to put it on hold.
I also decided to force myself to go to KDP (eventually when a return to normal-ish resumes). Really, as much as I don’t want to go with Amazon, it’s the best place to publish.
Either that or get an agent.
I’ve come to terms with that now.
I wish I had some help, as the administrative side of publishing and marketing is my least favorite side. Also I suck at it. This doesn’t mean I’m not doing it. It just takes longer to understand stuff and without help I’m at a snail’s pace with moving forward.
Which doesn’t mean I’ve stopped. I haven’t because I can’t stop. The words in my head need to come out. 🤷♀️
See how many words I’ve already written? 😀
I’ve been advised to cull back on the blogging if I want to focus on monetizing words. My silent friend wrote about this in a testimonial about me which is sitting in my draft folder, unpublished.
But then he contradicted himself when he said this:
If she ever stops blogging, you can throw bricks at me.
He almost made me stop blogging, truth be told. If you have some bricks lying around, I’ll point you in his direction.
He also said something else that keeps eating away at me:
I’ve witnessed her growth blossom in her craft. She’s found her innate voice, the one beyond telling fictional stories. I’m selfish in saying, I’d like to see her pursue non-fiction. Frankly and otherwise, I believe this is where she shines brightest.
I won’t name him because a) he’s disconnected from me, and b) he’s not blogging or writing online that I’m aware of so there is nothing to link to.
But I want to know what you think about the non-fiction thing. I gain more attention via these types of blog posts than I do on any other type of writing.
*Edited to add: For what it’s worth I think my friend is right. Perhaps it’s time to give it a shot.
With regards to my brother, he was in surgery for over 3 hours yesterday and woke up hungry and thirsty. 😀 Now we await pathology reports. He is 49 and his spirit is amazing. 💟
Thank you for reading my post. As always, see you in the comments!