New Year’s Resolutions. We tend to dread these, don’t we? Or
set things with the best of intentions and never follow through. It’s expected.
Dread or discard. Here goes mine.
I want to release one new title every month through 2015.
That’s 12 new titles. I feel like I should sing a modified
rendition of a popular Christmas tune. This particular goal is daunting, more
for the fear that sits in my gut every time I get ready to release that at the
prospect of all the writing. Heck, the writing is the most enticing part. All
the revising, the editing, that part’s more intimidating than the process of
creating new material. Especially after my first release. 
My first novella of the year was published on January 9 and
dedicated to my Father. And I dropped the ball. I either didn’t edit heavily
enough or I had the wrong draft converted for publication. Either way, the opening
paragraphs were a wreck (thankfully that’s been fixed) and the rest is riddled
with typos. The rest should be rectified shortly, but it burns that they were
there at all. It’s embarrassing. It’s a sign to everyone who picks up their
kindle and opens Hawkridge that I got cocky.
But I’m not giving up and I’m learning from my mistake. My
next book, and the first of the Skies of Grey series, will be up for preorder
in the next few days. This time I intend to get things right. Meaning I
probably won’t, and I got to say, that scares me. But I won’t let it stop me. I’ll probably drop the ball a lot over the
course of my career. All I can do is learn, grow, and do better.
