Thanks to our own genius Kristi Knight for our new look. Isn't it elegant?
I was thinking—a good thing to do when you’re supposed to be doing a blog post in a few hours—but no, really, I’ve been thinking about retirement. Leaving my job after 30 years was an emotional wrench and a complete joy. Two years and a couple of weeks later, thinking of the job is an emotional blip—I still miss the people I worked with—and a complete joy. As much as I’ve loved my entire adult life, I don’t think I’ve ever had as much fun as I have now.
However—and now we’re to the thinking part; you knew I’d get there, didn’t you?—if I’m honest about it, I’ll admit that writing’s harder than it’s ever been. That I’m less productive than I’ve ever been. That I’m not all that crazy about the direction publishing is taking. That other than auto-buy authors and CPs and close friends, I don’t buy very many books. That I am having a hard time asking others to buy mine because I hate, despise, and abhor promotion.
And I’m wondering if it’s time.
LaVyrle Spencer and Maggie Osborne retired years ago and I’ve whined about it ever since they silenced their keyboards, but maybe they were right. Maybe they knew beyond all doubt that it was time.
But I think—there I go again—of these past two years and the fun they’ve been and realize how much of that fun’s been had at the keyboard. I remember how I felt that last day at my job and know I don’t want to feel that way with writing. Not yet.
To answer my own question, no, I’m not ready to quit yet. I’m nowhere near “beyond all doubt.”
How about those of you who are, like me, “of a certain age”? Do you think about these things, too? Or those of you who are younger—do you fear that publishing’s going on without you and maybe you don’t want to go that way after all? Do any of you wonder if it’s time?