Time, the Great Enemy

Sometimes I feel rather inadequate when I look around at what authors are able to accomplish.  The sheer volume of the work some of them produce is staggering to me.  I wonder every once in a while if I should even bother.

I have to admit a slight level of envy when I consider Allison Cassatta and Denyse Bridger, two authors I've spoken with online, and who've been incredibly helpful to Patricia and I ... and I watch them as it seems like they are coming out with something almost constantly.  And we have one story to our credit.

I see Sherrilyn Kenyon, the whole reason I got into writing in the first place, and see how she comes out with a major novel every three or four months it seems, and everything she puts out turns to gold.

I wonder, what the hell am I doing?

But then I look at where I am in my life and all that kind of melts away.  They do what they are able to do, and I do what I am able to do.

I have to keep my full time job, there's too much at stake not to.  To be honest, I've never even considered quitting.  And my three kids need me too.  So I have to accept that I can only do what I can do.

I can say however, that I don't regret or resent where I am.  In fact, I look at the advantages ... I have SO MANY ideas bouncing around now ... the limitations of my time is making me focus on the REALLY good ones.

So ... I'm not going to be the most prolific writer in the world ... not by any stretch ... but hey, keep paying attention ... I promise what does come out that my partners and I come up with ... it'll be worth the wait!