I’m so wishy-washy

There’s no denying that I needed to take a step back from the self-publishing world to get a better sense of what I want from this writing career of mine. The time away has made me feel better about writing again, helped me to figure out what I really want to write, and has given me confidence to say, f*ck it to all the mantras out there.

Yes, I’ll write to market, but first I’ll write for myself. If I’m going spend so much time on a book, why would I want to slog through something I’m only marginally interested in writing, holding the belief that I’m only doing it for the money.

No, I don’t want to write a book a month or any more than two books a year. I know it can be done, but I’m just not that kind of writer. That mentality has brought me to the burnt-out state I’m in right now.

No, I’m not going to play Amazon’s game. They’re not the only store in town. (Although, if these other guys don’t get their shit together, that’s how it’s going to be, and I don’t want that.)

All that being said, I’m gathering my thoughts, coming up with a production schedule, and story ideas. Of course, I’ve said this before so many times and that leaves me with a belly full of lulz. *cough* I’ll continue searching for an agent for the middle-grade book, but I’m leaving my options wide open for that. There are many things I love about being indie. Control is one of them. So, we’ll see.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some ass to kick today.


Happy Independence

Long time ago, in a galaxy not so far away, I used to be an active blogger. Back in the day, when LiveJournal was where everyone was at, I blogged almost daily. There was an awesome kidlit author community there, and I loved it. Things have changed. So have I.

I’m not going to lie. I miss it. I miss the community of up and coming writers seeking agents, getting deals, celebrating debut books. The thrill of reading from the sidelines about their process and living vicariously through their efforts. It gave me hope.

Something happened. Not sure what. I left LJ, got fed up with the rejections, the lack of progress, and constantly feeling like I never really fit in. (That’s a pervasive feeling and has more to do with me than any writing community.) Eventually, I chose a different path and tried my hand at self-publishing. Perhaps not the smartest decision when it comes to writing for kids. But lessons learned. I’m all the better for it. (I have lots of thoughts about that path but sometimes I feel we’re not allowed to talk negatively about indie publishing. People only want to hear the success stories, not the failures.) Anyway, I’m back to writing for kids where I feel I belong. My voice, writing style, interests are suited for younger audiences. And knowing that feels liberating.