Four years ago, I assembled my bucket list, and as this is a new year, I decided to see how I am doing. After analyzing every item, I have decided that it needs a little tweaking. It needs to be a fluid list, rather than written in cement.
The first item is “learn to serve,” which refers to a tennis ball. That is the first item to go, since my tennis days have been replaced by golf (which is suspended until after my hip surgery in March). I will replace that with “learn to play golf good enough to begin keeping score.”
Next at bat is “climb a rock wall.” I don’t think I can count the wall on the playground, so again, that will wait until after I recover.
The third item is “write a book,” which—hallelujah—I have accomplished, and that is the subject of today’s post. As I mentioned several times previously, since I did not specifically set out to write my book, I had not researched all the work involved post-publishing. Slowly, I am trying to promote it via my author page, Facebook page, this blog, Goodreads, and a pathetic attempt at tweeting.
Two of the pieces of advice which I have been given were in several online marketing articles and by numerous people (including my husband). It has been suggested that I must write another book, because apparently the first book is not always noticed until a second one is written. So I have thought about what to write and have come to the realization that I am just not ready. I have too many other pots in the fire to take the time needed to write another book at this time, and I just don’t want to stop working on those projects. I just don’t! (And once you are old enough to be a grandma, it’s time to start doing what you want.)
I googled “famous one-novel authors,” and the results made me quite happy:
- Margaret Mitchell- “Gone with the Wind”
- Boris Pasternak- “Dr. Zhivago
- Emily Bronte- “Wuthering Heights”
- Sylvia Plath- “The Bell Jar”
- Anna Sewell- “Black Beauty”
- J.D. Salinger- “The Catcher in the Rye”
There are more, but I am just listing some of the most famous classics. A more recent one-book success is Kathryn Stockett’s “The Help.”
So for now I am going to enjoy writing my two blogs, promote my book, figure out if my grandchildren have Huguenot roots since there is college scholarship money available to their descendants, help my friend prove her lineage to a Revolutionary War hero so she can join the DAR, complete my family cookbook, work on my bucket list (the rest, with the exception of “learn a foreign language” involves traveling), and find the owners or relatives of some of the photographs lying around in my desk drawer.
That’s my New Year resolution! If I don’t sell many copies of “Do Svidanya Dad” because I am choosing, for now, to not write a second novel, then that’s the way the cookie crumbles. I feel satisfied with my decision.