So how does this thing work, Mister…?

Having dipped my toe in the bubbling waters of Writer-dom, the rest of my leg has suddenly been tugged under as well. I’m uncertain as to whether it’s a pleasurable continuing excitement or p’raps the start of a niggle of fear. Being the new social-media-challenged kid on the block here, I’ve been scratching around at other people’s blogs and stuff. None of your rummaging in dustbins or sneaky industrial espionage, you understand, just a peek at this fella and that gal, just trying to figure out really how it all works. Results of that research, you’ll not be surprised to learn, is that I’m mostly none the wiser. I think I may have the equivalent of a black belt in ignorance. However, people who have had to suffer me in the past will tell you that being ignorant of matters has never deterred me from lunging right ahead a la Bull in the China Shop. So, if you hear the metaphorical tinkling of disintegrating porcelain, send me the bill. But here’s the thing. It seems (whisper it if you must) that there’s a growing swell of opinion that ‘going the self publishing route’ may be casting off its former stigma. Shudder the thought, it might even start to become fashionable. What is clear to this neophyte at any rate, is that droves of hitherto unpublished authors now rejoice in the fact that their name is attached to the ‘published’ label. It may be that Uncle Fred and Auntie Mabel are the two sole purchasers of the masterpiece that’s taken blood, sweat, tears, and not a little psychiatric  counselling to tease out, but their baby is breathing somewhere in the ether world of Kindle et al. Of course, it doesn’t really matter to me if anyone downloads my book or not ( who the hell am I trying to kid!!). Another flash of the blindingly obvious is that having tasted that sweet, sweet ambrosia, the hypnosis of seeing my own name on Kindle, my approach to this whole adventure is radically changing. As sure as eggs is eggs, I’m becoming resigned to the fact that I’m now destined to spend the rest of my life trying to catch up and understand even a smidgeon of how this all works. In the meantime, my minders here at the writing asylum would like you to know that I can be visited at weekends and other days with a ‘y’ in them. Bring ice cream, lots of ice cream. I’ll report back soon….

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3 responses to “So how does this thing work, Mister…?

  1. Your blog looks really good – better than mine I think! I’m into my second week and still very much in the dark as you are.
    The self publishing issue is an interesting one. I wonder if publishers might end up as some kind of ‘quality label’ more than anything else – if only because, as it becomes easier (though I’m not convinced it is, or will ever be easy!) to self-publish and self promote, readers may find they want a way to identify polished literature from the mass. Just a thought. GOod luck with your blog, your writing and your publishing 🙂

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  2. Susan Buchanan

    Excellent post ‘Dinosaur’! You know my thoughts on the self-pub or indie v trad pub, but for those who don’t, here goes – there are less barriers than ever before. Yes, there is a lot of crap out there, made easier by ebooks. What everyone seems to overlook is that there was a lot of crap out there before. The misconception that all traditionally published books are good and all indie or self-pub books are bad is starting to be erased, slowly but surely.

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