Early, on the first day of 2021, I embarked on a new project.
Now, it isn't entirely new, as I've been heading in this direction for quite a while. I never would have had this blog were it not for my interest in noveling. You see, I came to blogging through twitter, and I found twitter through NaNoWriMo many years ago. I think it might have been 2005 or 2006.
Well, this year, on January first, I finally hit the publish button on KDP (Amazon's direct publishing service). I had long thought I'd try the traditional route. You know the drill. Query an agent, get rejected, lather, rinse, repeat until maybe one picked me up and found a publisher for one of my novels.
This winter, I realized something about myself. I hated dating. When I met my husband, it was one of the first things we confessed to each other. The process of trying people on to see if they were a good fit exhausted both of us. So we spent the first few dates in a mad rush to tell one another every reason it wouldn't work out, just to cut to the chase. Like I said, we both hated dating. Well, the query thing felt a lot like dating to me. It felt like something that sucked the joy out of creating.
So here I am, publishing my books on my own. Is it scary? Only when my mom threatens to read the sexy parts.
