I’m not going to lie. I’m basically writing this article because I failed at this, miserably, and I want to prevent others from making the same mistake.
Once upon a time, I wrote a book. The moment I was inspired to write it, I knew it was more special than my other books. Not that I don’t love my other books, I do, but some stories leap out at you and steal your soul from your body. Others are just fun to write. And this book felt like the “one.” The one that would lead me to my next step in my career, the one my readers would love the most, the one that I could spend years in writing sequels or spin-offs or short story extras.
With unattainable excitement, I sat down and wrote. I cranked out the first draft in less than a month, and I spent…
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