As the new year begins to settle in, I find myself still working the wheel around that slow learning curve of marketing for NOON AT TIFFANY'S. I'm starting to feel some anxiety about getting back to writing. I want to finish MUSHU PORK WITH PANCAKES TO GO — adding the few missing chapters, then going through the process again: editing, copyeditng, book design, cover design, formatting for ebooks and treebooks and then. . . the dreaded process of marketing.
However, THIS year I have resolved (and assured my friends and family) that I will never again allow my life to be so consumed by my writing that I forget to live.
With NOON AT TIFFANY'S, I wrote 12-14 hours a day, 7 days a week, 52 weeks a year for five years and 6 months. It aged me and made me crazy . . . well, okay. . . crazier.
So, now, whenever the mood strikes, I close up shop, take my husband and my camera and go to the beach.