Catching Up

Well, it's been a month. I haven't been here in that long. I've tweaked a bit as things became obsolete on the website. Real life isn't going so well. Stuff and bother.

Last Man Standing came out and went swiftly away. I guess would be the main thing. I removed every book from non-Amazon sites and went back to Kindle Unlimited in hopes of getting a few more readers. I gauge success and failure of a book by my own successes and failures. I can't use other books not my own to judge my own success. No one can. By Mercy standards both Diva and LMS are failures. Neither has sold even a fraction of what Offside Chance did in it's first month.

I know you're reading this and you are thinking that I'm whining and complaining. I don't know. Maybe I am. Maybe you read the books and loved them. If you did you are one of a very few. I thought it was a KU thing. I went back to KU because some page reads is better than no sales. Not many page reads.

It's not the book people wanted. It's the stories I needed to tell to get to the book people want. I'll wait until the last one comes out because cliff hangers.

Is it me?

Is it the market?

Did I not promote enough?

Did I offend?

Is it the series?

I have so many questions with no answers.

That will never be answered.

So...my plan for 2016 was to end the Scrimmage Series. I had one book planned. Just one. I ended up with two unplanned books in that series. Stories that needed to be told to tell the final book. I have a cover made for that final book. I had intended to have that book finished by the end of October so I could publish it by the end of November. It's the end of September and I can't seem to make myself open that file and pick up where I left the story.

I went too deep into this world for too long and now that the two books have failed...I can't find the will power to go into this world one more time.

I'm not saying I'm canceling the book. No. I'm not. I have to finish this now. Just not right now.

I'm going to postpone Blindsided until 2017. I need to take a break from football and drama and write something else. Or several other elses.

I don't know what I'm going to write. I've been in football book mode since December. I have so many little ideas. I ignore them because I have this big picture. This big plan. Get this last story out so I can move on. End it all and be free. People have waited for two years, nearly three for this book.

I need to not be in football book mode.

I need to step back, reassess. I don't know what to write or where I want to go. I have no story to tell right now. I'm hoping to take some stress off. Deal with some personal real life issues. And see what happens.

No I'm not retiring. Or quitting. Or whatever. And Blindsided will happen. Just not this year.

Other things...I, huh...well. It's fall. It's still hot where I live. It's still very summer like. Nothing exciting. Just daily life. The little kid goes to school. The husband is looking for work. The animals are spoiled. We're carrying on as if we mean to carry on. That's what life is. I guess.

Have you been around the website? I have signed print books available. There's the twincest book available. I might just write some filthy tabooie things that Amazon won't publish and put them up here. Who knows. It's hell watching your career spiral downward. Trying to be up and not worried....anyway...hope your weekend is nice. Hope you're having a lovely fall.

Talk later,

Mercy

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Mercy Celeste

Mercy Celeste is the pen name and super hero persona of mild mannered MJ Colbert....which is bull, I'm not mild mannered. I was, in fact, raised in a barn—or several. We even had grain silos. My motto growing up, anything a boy can do, I'm right behind him doing it just as well or better. I've broken too many bones to begin to count. Scraped, skinned or scarred pretty much everything that can be scraped, skinned or scarred. How I'm still walking and talking is a miracle.

So about the writing, well, I don't really consider myself to be a writer. I'm a storyteller, and when I have a story to tell, it won't rest until it's twisted me up and purged itself. The result is at times comical or tragic, depending on the people who live in my head and what they have to say. Most days that's not a lot of anything. Others I can't shut them up. They especially love when I'm driving, oh, yeah, a drive across town is a lesson in how not to get myself killed or be pulled over for reckless driving. And those are the good days.

Welcome to my crazy world, if it's boring now, wait five minutes, and don't blink. Things have a tendency to get interesting around me.