Friday, February 28, 2014

Indie Recon, Fae, Five Year Project


Indie Recon

The line-up this year was amazing. Three full days of speakers ranging from Susan Kay Quinn to Peter Bowerman with topics like Marketing outside the box to the nitty-gritty details about Goodreads. I have to applaud the group that puts this together year after year. I can’t even begin to imagine the amount of work it must take. That said, I didn’t really attend. I planned to, life kind of got in the way. But that doesn’t mean I don’t get to play catch-up now. I read three articles just this morning, in fact. That’s the beauty of this kind of conference: We get to go back at our leisure and let it all sink in. You can head over here

 

Fae by Emily White

I’ve only got one word to say: Cailen.

For those of you who haven’t read Emily’s first book in the Auri Wars series, Cailen is this super mysterious guy who you’re not quite sure about, but you want to be. Oh, you want to be. And that wanting continues in book number two; Fae. Thankfully, Emily doesn’t tease us. We get to know Cailen more, right along with Ella, and to know him is to love him. And I do.

You can find Fae here

And you can staulk Emily here

 

Five Year Project

On the last Friday of each month, we do a review, of our life, our goals. For me, it’s to have the Newstead books be the next great American novel(s). Thank you, Misha, for hosting this.  You can join this yourself by signing up here. A five year goal is a good idea for anyone, and looking at it monthly is even better, because it helps you stay on track.

So, how is it going? Slow. I tend to be in that brick and mortar mentality, that if it isn’t an instant best seller, than it will never be, and that is not true. Indie publishing is a completely different ball game. Our books never go out of print. There is nothing but time. But it is daunting. There are literally millions of books out there, and more coming every day. What’s to make mine stand out?

Whenever I think like that, the inevitable anxiety builds up until it’s just not fun anymore. It feels like work, and it was never meant to be work. So I don’t think like that. I write for me. I enjoy it for me. And if someone else gets to enjoy it, too, all the better.