I haven't written many novels. Eleven to be exact. Two are finished but not published. The twelfth one is in progress, although it's been dormant for a few months.
I'm an indie author who's paid for the publishing of nine of those novels.
I'm a terrible marketer.
I've written stories since I was a child, but it wasn't until I was well into adulthood that I wrote that first novel which turned out to be a 400+ thousand-word saga about horse racing as per the Lord's very explicit instruction to me. It took 8 and 1/2 years to finish because I worked 7 days a week in horse racing, home-schooled a few of those years, and did some lay ministry at church. If I'd written it now, having learned so much more than I knew then, it would never have been that long.
I admire those authors who are structured and disciplined and keep those stories coming according to a plan. I'm not really wired that way. One year I wrote three novels, all over 90K words. That hasn't happened since.
Just some of my "author" thoughts I contemplate now and then.
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Father, thank you for every one of those novels. Apart from you, I can do nothing. That's the truth. Help me to continue to follow your instruction and inspiration. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

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