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Plan? We Don’t Need No Stinkin’ Plan!

There is a saying, “When man makes plans, God laughs.”
I was planning on being single for my entire life.  Then I met an amazing woman, and now I have a wife and two kids.
I was planning on being a best selling mystery novelist.  Then anxiety and depression and writers block kept me from writing for over a decade.

Needless to say, I suck at planning.
So I’m going to stop!

Insert Evil Plan Here

When I was working up to this big reentry into writing, I was thinking, journaling and planning.  Questions were flying through my brain:

How can I get more readers?

How can I sell more books?

How can I make more money online?

I was reading and creating websites, Patreon accounts, products, sales pages, and trying to come up with some sort of labrynthine master plan that woulc connect all the dots and I would be like Scrooge McDuck, rolling in my vault of publishing gold.

I was excited, I was busy, I was working from sunup to sundown, tucked away in my office, away from the world.

I felt alive!

Truth be told, I was confusing excitement with exhaustion.
That World Domination Planning can wear your ass out.

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When In Doubt, Stand Still

I finally came to my senses and figured out that there was a whole lot of ego involved in what I was doing, but not a great deal of heart.

It all seemed too calculated.  Calculated to take advantage of people, to remove them from their hard earned money and get them to buy whatever I was selling.

That just ain’t right.

So I stopped everything.
I went from 60 to 0 in the matter of a few hours.

I shut down all the websites except for two: my main website, which will be a smorgasbord of pretty much everything and anything I’m doing that folks might possibly interested in, and a second website, which is something of a secret passion project that I don’t have time for now, but will become a reality one of these days.

So I have thwarted my own evil plan, untied myself from the railroad tracks, and returned as the hero of my own story.

But I’m a hero without a plan.

From Here On Out, I Shoot Without A Script

At the end of the day, I just want to write my mystery novels.
That’s it.
I just want to breathe deep and exhale life into these characters and these situations, and when it is all over, have a nice little collection of my own books on my shelves.

Maybe I’ll sell one or two (at least to myself), or maybe I’ll sell a million.

In the first instance, the plan is easy, just click on add to cart and get some Prime shipping going.

In the second instance, I have no plan.
No marketing, no social media, no kissing babies and shaking hands, nothing.

My plan is to have no plan whatsoever.

I just want to move forward, write, love, be loved, raise good kids, be with my wife, and try to treat others with kindness in this sometimes shitty world we are living in.

Calling All Evil Geniuses

If you want to come up with a plan for me to sell a million books, I encourage you to move forward with it!
You are probably better at it than I am, that’s for sure.

Remember, you’re talking to a lifetime bachelor with a wife and two kids, and a best selling mystery novelist who hasn’t written anything in years.

And I’m happy as hell.


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