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I know what I have to do, what I’m supposed to do, to ‘make it’ as a self-published author. I’ve read all the amazing advice from Chris Fox about writing to market and Derek Murphy over at CreativIndie on how to make a great, useful blog and drive traffic to it. I hover at the kboards and at the supremely helpful 20BooksTo50k and Queer Sci Fi Writer’s Workshop both on Facebook.
But all I really want to do is tell stories. With my books and my pictures.
I want people to read the books and think ‘I want to hang out with those people in that world.’ I want them to think about the mistakes the characters make and the forgiveness they give and receive. I want them to think about grace, and love, and home.
I want them to look at the pictures and think “I want to go to there” or wonder what the people in the picture are doing*, who they are, what are the thinking.
I want them to see my friend’s kitchens and wish they could have a cuppa there and discuss the meaning of life and which is better, the Star Wars universe or the Star Trek universe.**
So I neglect my social media and I don’t market and promote like I should and I don’t write 5000 words a day. But I’ll keep telling stories. In books, pictures, and, if we hang out, in person. Warning for those of you who talk to me in person – I never let the actual, literal truth get in the way of a good story. If it didn’t happen the way I tell it, it should have.
* No one can remember what they were singing.
** The answer is Star Trek. I’ll fight you.