I’m not a patient person. So much so in fact, that the thought of waiting for some distant, faceless publisher to deign my work ‘publishable’ when so many alternatives abound didn’t even occur.
I woke up one cold January morning having had the most amazing dream, about a tropical idyll filled with magical mermaids. I wrote the dream down, added to it here and there and found I had a basic story plan. I decided to write a book and then I promptly forgot all about it.
Fast forward to a sunny August day later that year; I found my story plan and my verve for continuing it ignited again. I sat down to write.
By the end of the month, I had over 70,000 words and the first draft sorted. I set about asking some friends and family to read it through, give me some feedback. I wrote a second draft. This continued for a little while and a month or so later I had the final draft of Wave Singers. What to do with it now?
In a creative zeal I designed a cover, formatted the whole thing for Kindle and clicked ‘upload’. There it was – my book, out in the real live world. Madness.
Thing is, by then, I had a taste for it. I wrote a second, a third – I’m writing the fourth at the moment. I research marketing techniques, I dally on social media, I chat to other authors and, best of all – my readers. Being an indie author gives me such an instant connection to my readers, such control over how I promote my work and how I work with others that I can’t imagine doing it any other way.
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