So, as I continue to work on this second novel, I'm very frustrated at my emotions doing what my rational mind dictates they shouldn't. My first novel sold to a little niche market press. It's a wonderful publisher, but they don't sell through Amazon; their books do not cross over into the main stream at all; the stakes are low.
Therefore, reason dictates that I should not be worried about a sophomore slump. It's absurd, given only a couple of thousand people will ever see my first novel. I work hard on my writing, don't get me wrong, but I'm not going for an eight years in the making Pulitzer contender or Oprah's Book Club phenomenon. All I'm going for is consistency. Show the readers that the person who wrote book one also wrote book two, and that I write about as well . . . um, as I write.
However writing this second novel (actually my sixth, but second published, I should hope) I've stressed out and freaked out and forced myself to get those 1,000 to 16,000 words on the page each day. I've pushed past all my self set deadlines and often felt like ditching the whole project. Now, *finally*, I'm to to the point that, as I've posted before, the project's on a downhill roll. Now all I need to do is stay on board through every necessary rewrite, and there will be many.
Though I know this has been fruitless throughout this project, I am still resolved, the next one will not be this hard for these reasons. (It'll probably be harder for other reasons.)