Writing Book Two (While Questioning Everything, Of Course)
I’m sitting here working on Book Two of the Karma’s Burden story, and it feels like a good time to stop for a moment and look backwards before pushing on again. When I released Karma’s Burden, I set the bar embarrassingly low. If one person chose to read it and liked it, that would have been enough. That sounds ridiculous written down, but it was genuine. For someone as perpetually anxious and self-critical as me, that was honestly all I expected. Then there was that first sale. Not to a friend. Not to someone I’d nudged or apologised to in advance. Just… a stranger. Someone, somewhere, found my book and decided to spend their time on it. That feeling hasn’t really gone away. Four months later, around 130 people have chosen to read what I wrote. Some of them have been kind enough to leave ratings on Amazon and Goodreads. Around 30 people read it through Kindle Unlimited. These are small numbers in publishing terms, but they are not small to me. Of course, new anxieties arrive immediately. They always do. The story doesn’t fully belong to me anymore. People have expectations now. I owe it a decent sequel. I owe them something. And not for the first time, I find myself wondering whether writing is really the right activity for someone like me, someone whose nervous system treats every draft like a potential threat. I also forget, every single time, how much rewriting expands the book. The first 5,000 [...]