DON’T LOSE SIGHT OF WHAT’S IMPORTANT
As an Indie author I confess to being totally guilty of what I’m about to write, namely, in the scramble to make it as a writer, I have a tendency to lose track of what’s really important.
In a way it’s hard not to lose sight of what’s important. The competition in ebook writing is so fierce. The odds of making it so long. That it seems that only a total all-consuming effort will suffice to break through. And in that effort what is important is excluded.
Like I said, I’ve done it. And there are temptations to step across the line as far as ethics go, as well. Nothing drastic of course, but, I tell myself, other people are doing it and therefore I have to do it as well to compete.
More than anything I don’t like that that sort of monomaniacal drive can change me as a person. In the panic to compete I become someone else.
So what’s the solution?
Realize that life is about trade-offs. Can you be a kind, generous, helpful, giving person and still be a 24/7 super-obsessed ebook writer, marketer, networker etc? Simply put: no. You only have so much time in one day and only so much energy and—ultimately—only so many heartbeats in a lifetime to spend in any way you choose. What you give to one area of your life, takes away from another. Life is a zero sum game.
So what do you want to achieve? Best-seller status at all costs? Or to be a fully realized, kinder, more giving person? The choice is up to you.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When I was ten a drunken guy almost drowned me in a swimming pool. It was in Miami Beach at the Chateau motel. The guy was a pool hand and he was wrestling (playfully, for the most part)with us kids. Then he said, "I'm going to show you a good hold" and he got me in a headlock and took me under. It was a good hold all right. He held me there and held me there and held me there. I struggled but this was a powerful man. There was nothing to do. I would either die or I wouldn't.
That experience gave me an appreciation for life's tenuousness. If you think about it, we're only alive as far as our next breath will take us.
I write novels and stories about characters like you and me with their heads underwater. (Figuratively speaking of course.) Characters under so much duress their brains are about to burst. They're at the end of it all. No way out of this one. But I also write with a sense of humor. (You have to have a sense of humor, right?)
I was born in 1956 in Chicago. A lifelong Illinois guy. Married once. Divorced. No kids. No pets. Passionate about things: people, classical music, golf. And I always seem to be on the side of the underdog.
Lainey Tripper is no doughnut-eating bounty hunter. She’s a whiskey-drinking hard-living animal rescue feminist. But she has just this one little problem: she can’t seem to stop killing men.
The nefarious misogynistic dog-hating Donovan has taken his evil to a new level—stealing all of Chicago’s dogs to sell them to China for lunchmeat. Only Lainey and the IWS, the radical feminist animal rescue group she heads, can stop him.
Will Lainey stop Donovan in time? And when she’s done, will any men be left alive?