2014 has been one of those non-stop years. I released my first MG. And my third YA. So far, I've also written two and a half new books, and am in the midst of doing global rewrites on an MG. I've done three blog tours and written articles to help spread word of my latest books and hosted about eleventy billion Skypes. I've done Google+ book chats and engaged in near-daily direct contact with librarians and booksellers. All of which I've loved. But I'll confess, it's been an utter roller coaster. Especially with FERAL, the YA that released last month.
...Have I learned more this year than I ever thought I would? Yes. Has
2014 been enlightening in a thousand different ways? Yes. Do I know
more about myself as a writer than I did this time last year? God,
yes. But the ups and downs of the past year are starting to exhaust me.
Usually, September does feel like a fresh start, a new beginning. Not this year. Right now, I sort of have the same feeling I used to in May, when the school year was starting to come to a close. That road weary feeling.
But I know myself well enough to also know that part of this feeling stems from the fact that I'm in the midst of finishing up. I'm finishing up the last of my blog tours, finishing up a rewrite. When I get this rewrite done, I'll take a deep breath, and I'll look toward the next project in line: a project I've wanted to get out into the world for a decade. And I'll get a second wind. And that September new-beginning feel will finally hit me.
Because it will be--it'll be a brand-new beginning.