Eleanor Tatum

“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”  Winston Churchill

In the first place, I’ve had some success. When a writer’s depression falls in my lap (or laptop) I remember my list of successes: I have “Been Published”. Thanks to Rebel Ink Press I have now have four novels on Amazon. That’s not too shabby. I feel success when my order of my own paperbacks arrives. In fact, it’s so exciting I dance in the kitchen.

The second part of Winston’s lesson hurts but it has helped as well. Failure. There is the review that brought me to tears. I secretly wished that writer would need several doses of Miralax. My royalty checks from my patient publisher/editor are enough to dine out in a third world country, once a year. Then there’s the typos. I make far too many. My favorite so far is in my fourth novel,Gray Lace. My “shero” eats a bowl of bacon, no she-crab soup, except I wrote she-crap. My book club friends enjoyed a healthy tease.

Ah, courage: Talking myself, quiet pep talks, and commands to produce, all assist me to attend the next book talk, those teasing book clubs (bring my she-crap soup), type new blog posts, and work on my WIP, August Snow.

Promotionals are a different animal, for a different post, on a different day.

Enough!