Here’s another blast from the past, when “self-published” was still a dirty word and indie books were just starting to take off. I’d self-published my first story only six months previously, and was still experiencing the massive paradigm shift of going indie.
Still, there’s a lot of stuff here that’s still relevant. The petty wars between trad-published and indie-published are pretty much over (thank goodness), but the question of what it means to be “published” is still quite relevant. And my answer to that question has not changed.
Hope you find this one interesting. Thanks for reading!
One interesting thing about making the shift from traditional to indie publishing is that it changes your perspective on what it means to be “published,” and not in ways that you might expect.
Before I made the shift, I felt as if I were at the base of a giant mountain, where climbing to the top meant getting published and that was all I could see. Sure, I knew there was more to it than getting that first book deal, but I figured I’d learn all about that at some point later—and besides, there’d be people along the way to help me.
Once I started self-publishing, though, my paradigm changed completely. Instead of focusing all my efforts on trying to land that lucky break, I started thinking in ways that were much more concrete and practical, like “how can I build my readership?” “how should I price my books?” “what should I include in my back-matter?” etc.
All of a sudden, it was as if I were on top of that first mountain, with a whole range of even taller mountains to climb. And while that’s a very daunting place to be, it’s also quite encouraging, because I can see what lies in front of me and figure out what path I want to take.
One of the side effects of all this is that “getting published” is no longer a big deal to me. Whenever I see aspiring writers obsess over getting an agent or a book deal, as if that’s the single greatest thing that could ever happen to them and all their hopes and dreams hang on the balance, I have to stop and scratch my head.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s still a big deal to get picked up by a major publisher, and kudos to everyone who is. But that is not and shouldn’t be the end of your publishing journey. It’s only the beginning.
For this reason, I really don’t like the words “published” or “author” anymore. People throw those terms around as if it makes you part of a select elite, one of those godlike beings who lives up in the clouds and periodically descends from On High to grant blessings to all the poor unpublished wastrel folk on the surface. That’s complete and utter BS, and I never ever ever want to buy into it, not for an instant.
The problem is, so many people still do. They still think that there’s some kind of a divide between them and Big Name Authors, like peasants in the face of royalty. They labor endlessly over their manuscripts, terrified that one misplaced comma will forever their chances of fulfilling their hopes and dreams. And whenever anyone tries to tell them that there’s a better way, that it doesn’t have to be like this, they cling to the old paradigm like victims of domestic abuse—or worse, like religious zealots with dreams of martyrdom.
It used to be that self-published writers were the ones who constantly obsessed about being “published,” but now, I think it’s the exact opposite. Sure, there are crazies in both camps, but it seems that the balance of aspiring professionals—the ones who actually treat writing like a business—are turning to self-publishing.
The point is, I don’t like to think of myself as an “author,” or as “self-published.” I like to think of myself as just a “writer.”
I just watched a fascinating interview with a 1960s White House intern who 
Most of the prep work is already done. I’ve mapped out where all the sample chapters need to go, and made all the .xhtml files that I need to add to the master epubs. Now I just need to make the new epubs and upload them, which I plan to do one series at a time.
So I just got a part-time day job with Monsanto, here in the Des Moines area. My brother-in-law works as a scientist there, so he was able to connect me with the right people. It’s basically a warehouse job, handling all the shipping and receiving as well as the inventory. The hours are perfect, the job is interesting, and the people are really awesome, so I think things are going to work out really well.