I'm cheating--again--and writing a short post. But I was in a teacher workshop all day on "Teachers Who Inspire," and even though teaching requires much of my time that I could be writing or promoting my books, it also keeps me sane. For example, my novel Whirlwind came out in May. I have been standing on my head trying to promote it. Today I forwarded an e-mail to my editor from a reader wanting to know if there will be a sequel. (This is not the first e-mail asking about a sequel, but was worthy of forwarding.) Sorry, my editor wrote back, sales just aren't that good.
My agent also sent me a rejection for my YA she's shopping around. All this since my workshop.
BIG SIGH. Depressive thoughts. Why am I doing this questions.
Teaching helps me keep my author life in perspective. It reminds me that I have a skill that is often appreciated. (Okay, I teach reluctant college students . . .you get the picture.) But I interact with real humans with real problems. I encourage and motive. I listen and offer suggestions.
So different from my writing life and so needed.