I've concentrated for the last few months on the process of marketing, or (as it used to be called) selling. For the past few weeks I have done so so very intensely that it has interruped my writing process. My back has been out, I've been in a really ugly mood and I haven't figured out why. Until now, that is.
I am a writer. I'm not doing what I'm supposed to be doing.
You're about to see a change in this blog (yes again). I'm going to be writing about writing and the process thereof. The purpose is to bring me back to home. To bring me back to where I love to be.
I wasn't made to sell, I was made to write.