Every morning I drive to work, I make it a point not to turn on the radio. I sit behind the steering wheel and think about my writing agenda or what’s next in terms of getting ready for my release of BITTERSWEET.
This past week has had me thinking about what I hope to get out of my self-publising venture. I can sum it up in one word. Freedom. Freedom from the slush pile. Freedom to write what I want. Freedom to release when I want. Freedom to make decisions about my cover art, find an editor, and even start my own imprint. I’m still debating on that last part. 😉 Most important, direct access to readers. They’re the ones who’ll ultimately decide if I write crap or not and I’m okay with that.
A year ago, my stance was I didn’t have to time or the energy to worry about all of the intricacies. It was easier to let someone else worry about them once I signed the contract. There were too many details, and all I wanted to do was write.
Guess what I’ve been doing since I’ve decided to self-publish? Write. Seriously. My decision to go this route has been liberating. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this excited about the craft. I see what other self-published authors have been saying all along. Feeling liberated from the grueling publishing path is well-worth worrying about the intricacies. Getting fan mail from someone who loves Bittersweet: priceless. 🙂