So my penname is launched. Unfortunately, for the last couple of weeks, I've been pouring time into her, fleshing her out, connecting her to as many (now more) people than my personal identity. She has her own twitter feed, her own facebook and her own blog. Her blog is a damn sight more successful than this one. She has a theme and scheduled posts for two weeks based on it.
Over all, I think she's making me look bad. I mean, who wants to look at the whiny wall flower over here when you have the big blooming, scent spraying, bee attractor over there? This might be good. I've been worried about reaching a YA audience, but an erotica author has so much less trouble reaching her readers, they're already online! They're adults who read blogs, look for recipes or child help advice, and yes, look for news on the latest kink. They're likely to cross my path in their searches. Young adults aren't.
Please don't think I'm giving up on YA. I love it and already have three more MS in the genre. However, I'm feeling a little more... fulfilled in my work on the erotica penname. I feel like I'm making the right connections to further myself and my writing.
Let's not talk about the actual writing. sigh I have not been getting a lot of fresh writing done. I have several complete manuscripts to edit and bits and pieces for an epic fantasy that aren't quite enough to pull together yet. Most of my writing lately has been blog posts (for the alternate) and flash fiction (both mine and hers). I have a number of books from writing acquaintances on my Kobo to read, so I do that when there is no inspiration to write. After all, reading helps my writing, especially if I can nail down what about a story is drawing and carrying my interest and what is keeping it from catching with me. Those nebulous things are the same ones I need to pay attention to in my own writing.
I just received detailed comments on Cargon: Duty and Sacrifice, sequel to Cargon: Honour and Privilege, so I know what I'm doing for the next little while, but when I'm in the truck on the 5 hour drive to Fort McMurray next week, I need something new to work on, to write on paper. I hope this blip in the word flow will clear by then. If not... we'll see if reading the Kobo makes me as car sick as reading a book. gulp