I find blogging difficult these days, particularly when it’s to do with my writing.

Imposter syndrome, you see.

“Ah,” I hear you say. “That gremlin.”

“Indeed,” I reply sagely.

Or something along those lines, anyway. Imposter syndrome, for me, means I have trouble believing in myself as a writer–no matter how many books I’ve written, no matter what the reviews say (the good ones, anyway–I easily believe the bad ones), no matter if I occasionally can see a nicely painted image…I’m not a writer, writer. Not the kind of author you follow or wait for. And when your space on the Amazon ranks is 6,397,510, and your wife is upset because she’s “only” in the top 20… well. The numbers don’t lie, do they? My ten readers on the planet, though, mean the world to me. If you’re here, I’m guessing you might be one of them. I don’t know why, but thank you, from the bottom of my heart.

I’m currently writing my twelfth book, my first paranormal-vampire story, which I’m really enjoying, although I can already see that I’m going to have to make a lot of editorial changes when the first draft is complete. But I’m having fun with it, and sometimes writing becomes a chore, so I’m enjoying the moment as much as I can. Imposter syndrome can suck it when I’m doing a first draft and the issue of anyone else seeing it is far off.

And now…I’m out of words. What else is there to say? You can follow me on TikTok, I suppose. I’m @breywillowsauthor, if you want to come play over there. I’m also on there as @swearingeditor