Oh, dear reader(s?) I have been trolling the interwebs for positive articles on self-publishing and what I have discovered is I’m not self-published, I’m an indie author, muthaeffers! And it feels good.
I wish I had discovered Zoe Winters and IndieReader Magazine a month ago when I was having such a hard time getting my shit together and fretting like a big baby over the future of my writing career, because if I had, I could have been glowing with awesomeness a whole lot earlier.
Crap I fretted over for no reason:
1. My self-publishing endeavours would be a big fail and I would screw up any chances I ever had of being published by a fancy pants NY publishing house.
2. Only people I know would want to read my book.
3. That I suck because I spent a year trying to get an agent and never was able to get one.
Why I’m a silly girl:
1. I’ve sold 30 books in one month. I have nothing to compare my figures to, but that’s 30 more copies than I would have sold sitting in my office being afraid that wouldn’t sell any books. Also, if I for some reason want to try to get an agent again someday, I just write under a pen name. HUGE DUH.
2. Dude. Join Goodreads, those people are nuts for the reading. People are excited to read Glimpse just from the synopsis. (No one I’m related to is on Goodreads, nor is the BFF. However, there are a few from BoCoMo giving me support. Kewpdawgs!)
3. I’ve been reading a lot of samples of work by agented, traditional publisher published writers and I happen to think several of them suck. It’s all about what sells and can you follow the formula that you’re told to follow. And, hey, if I don’t have an agent or a publisher, the hardest thing I have to do is marketing-but at least I can retain the rights to my work.
I’m feeling empowered and that is not a usual thing for me. Sometimes letting go of the dreams you think you’re supposed to have is the best thing you can do for yourself. (I’m def. gonna get that printed on a tote bag.)