I’ve been writing for a while now. With around twenty books under my belt, I’ve been through the full range of author emotions.
From the overwhelming fear that everyone is going to hate your work, to the imposter syndrome when people say your work is great, I thought I had done it all.
I’ve been working on my new Ena of Ilbrea series. It’s a project I’ve wanted to write for a long time, but when I was working with my traditional publishers, I didn’t have the freedom. And when I went Indie in January, I didn’t have time.
But I’ve finally gone through rereleasing my whole backlist, and I’m diving headfirst into Ena’s world. And I’m really proud of it.
Not just like I love the characters and want readers to love them, too. Not like I’m pretty sure I came up with a clever concept that readers can escape into. Like I am damn proud of the whole package, and I’m like 95% sure people are going to fall in love with the series.
I think that and then I get a little terrified that I’m wrong and people are going to hate it. But then I work on editing the series some more and I’m like, “Nope, this is great.”
Is this what it feels like to create a masterpiece? Is this what is feels like to set yourself up for a massive fail?
I don’t honestly know. I’m just going to enjoy the feeling while it lasts and plug away at planning an awesome book release for book one in the series, Wrath and Wing.