It’s been over 2 years since I published a novel. To some that’s a totally normal and reasonable amount of time but in the world I work in (self-published romance) it’s a lifetime. Maybe two.

In those two years, I’ve been sad, frustrated, determined, disappointed, pissed off, sad again and finally I just felt lost. Who am I if I’m not a writer? I thought I’d finally found my calling, my purpose, my happiness and passion and then POOF!, just like that, it went away. Was it something I did? Di...