Oh, I Have No Time? Here, Publish Two More Books.

I love starting things.

ADHD? Bipolar disorder? Aries? Who can say! At least this time I can pinpoint it to the exact moment when I decided, “Yes I see. I’m going to publish two books this year.”

I attended the RWA conference for indie authors a few weeks ago, and since it inspired me to release two books into the wild in 2024 (as well as working on the three books I’m writing/editing/querying/generally trying to publish traditionally), I suppose the cost was worth it.

Near the end of the first day, after hours and hours of receiving solid, specific information on how to self-pub, I felt an impending dread. “Oh no,” I mumbled. “Oh. Not good. This is all…doable…like, I can do all of this. I don’t have an excuse anymore as to why it’s too hard for me to accomplish. I’m going to publish a book of poems that’s been on my mind for the last year, aren’t I?”

Nope! I’m not! I looked at my WIP folder, moseyed down to Poetry, and discovered that I have TWO collections pretty much ready to go! *upside-down smiley face emoji*

I have no dates set for any of this. I leave for Iceland in a few weeks, and a few weeks after that I’m in Toronto to see my favorite hobbits in one of my favorite plays, and then my parents are visiting, and then I’m officiating my grandmother’s memorial a few weeks after that. Would love to sneak off to San Francisco for Pride, but either way, I’ll be in Sweden later in the summer, and this all sounds like bragging, doesn’t it? I apologize. My point was that all these plans force me to schedule things and then—in a shockingly un-Jackii twist—do them.

So. Two poetry books this year. Keep querying book 1 of my series, edit book 2, get to a polished draft of book 3. Visit all the places. Finish writing up my RPG homebrew. Brainstorm a bunch more contemporary romance stories. If nothing else, I’ll be busy.

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