I’ve been staring at my computer screen lately and seriously asking myself: Why did I start the crazy, thankless, exhaustive process of launching an indie publishing career?
Then Husband cooked oatmeal the other day, and this volcano is what happened. I tell you this because all the writing deadlines/stress/needs were making me feel a bit like this bowl of oatmeal.
To be clear, I’m speaking strictly to indie/self-publishing and not to writing. I know why I write. There’s lots of reasons, most of which revolve around the ability to eat these cookies all day while lounging in my pajama’s and still be at work.
So why didn’t I just go traditional?
I thought it over for about 20 seconds, than said, nah. We good.
Indie publishing gave me everything I thought I wanted: Creative control? Release dates when I want? Pick my editors?
Done. Done. And done.
1. I’m not the most patient person. Look, I’m going to be honest here. Indie publishing was really the only thing I had the patience for. I wasn’t willing to throw my life into a book that I cherished and sit around for 1-3 years while other people decided how it should be edited, covered, and released.
2. Because I like hanging off a really high cliff by my fingernails.
But seriously. No route of publishing is easy. (If it is, something is wrong.) There are days when I swing between elation over my career and desperation for my book within moments, and I’m not kidding.
Here’s the kind of sick part: I like it. I like the challenge of knowing it’s all up to whatever I put into it. I like being frightened and asking myself questions. I haven’t sold a book in three days, what the #*$(%)! do I do now? How can I organize myself better? Did this strategy work well? What more can I do?
The challenge is half the adventure for psychos like me.
3. I want the books. All the books. I want books to go back into the hands of readers, not agents with slush piles sky-high who decide, based on a one-page query letter that can in no way encompass a story or single persons talent, what book is worth investing their time on.
PS- I’m not saying traditional is bad. They provide a fair net to catch the truly awful stuff. But good stuff gets missed. That’s where indie publishing comes in.
Publish the good books, and they’ll thrive.
4. Strangers in airports. Because one day I want to walk through an airport, look over, and see a stranger reading my book.
5. Kismet and stuff. It just kind of happened that way, to be honest.
I’ve truly been searching to figure out why I went this way. So far, that’s what I’ve got. There may be more to it, or maybe this is over-explaining it. Either way, I did indie publish, and I will continue to indie publish, and claw my way up the face of the mountain with bloody hands one step at a time.
Sound off, guys. What motivates you onto whatever publishing path you are on, or working towards? Are you thinking about indie? Sticking with traditional?
Let it be known.