It’s that time of year again! As always, I’m taking a few days to plan out where I want my writing career to go in the next twelve months—and this year it’s a little harder than the previous five, since Loose Id, my steadiest publisher, is closing their doors. A lot of small publishers are shutting down.
So that means I’m going to have to do at least a little self-publishing this year. Self-publishing scares the ever-loving shit out of me.
I am impossibly thankful for the publishers I work with who organize editing, formatting, covers, and marketing. That whole mess is hard to take care of solo and expensive as hell up front. I’m not a popular enough author to guarantee I’ll make up the cost later, so it’s also a risky endeavor. But I’m going to be going through a hell of a crash course in the next few months if I want my current projects to ever see daylight (and I have at least four rough drafts lying around just begging for a good edit).
I’m going to do my best to keep publishing, through other houses or by doing it myself, for as long as people are willing to read the strange little fantasies my mind keeps spewing all over my book pages. It’s just gonna be a bit harder. And maybe I’ll even finally figure out how to blog.
Happy New Year, and here’s to new experiences and terrifying changes.