So remember yesterday when I posted H is for Hair and talked about needing a cover model with fabulous curly hair?
That’s what it’s like to be an independent author.
For some reason, when I started this whole writing adventure, I had this image of authors writing up their books sequentially from fully formed ideas in their heads. Then, after filling a couple hundred sheets of pristine white paper, they would take the neat pile, put it in a box and send it off to their agent. Traditional publishing magic would occur and a book would emerge with a breathtaking oil painted cover and show up at every store I frequent.
I can hear my author friends out there laughing (or crying) as they read this.
Yeah, no. I can only speak as an indie author with a day job. It ain’t like that. I’ve been bleeding over this book for three years. Nonsequentially. And I don’t even have a fully-formed idea of what to have for lunch. But that’s not the worst of it…
The worst of it is when I spend time looking for cover models with perfect hair.
Or when I worry because Amazon is on some kind of witch hunt against authors and is shutting down accounts and pulling payments to KU participants, so I have no idea who will sell my book when I finish it. (This may be my “K” entry, but I’d hate to make an enemy of Amazon, you know?)
Or, ha! Wait until you read my “L” entry in a couple days. Oh my gosh, it’s a wonder I get any writing done when
men channel Giovanni and smile like this guy over here.
The other part of being an author with a job is a day like today. I’m spending half the day away from the computer administering our state English STAAR tests to high school students. The other half, I have to do all the work I should have done while I was away from the computer. Oh, and teach. Then, I’m going to run to downtown Austin and see a local author at the central library. Because I like her books and maybe I should be showing my author face in public now and then. And I have to write a daily blog because authors should have blogs and nobody is doing publicity for me but me.
But, crap, I don’t have time to write more. I’ll see you tomorrow with a “J”. I look forward to what I’ll come up with for that one. Your guess is as good as mine.