So I've been giving out free chapters of my books. Hoping people will either follow the website, be enticed enough to buy the books, a combination of both. None of that has happened. I finally caved and joined KDP select. I'll probably be in in perpetually for all the benefits now. I get zero sales on Smashwords or kobo regardless of the people who begged me to be on those sites so it makes no sense holding a gripe about amazons exclusivity clause. Basically, I'm at the stage where nothing works. Yet here I am spending more money.
Wednesday, 1 November 2017
Monday, 26 June 2017
Yes, I know. But hear me out. See when I set out to be an author I had a goal in mind. The goal was to write books that everyone could read. These books would just happen to have not so straight leads. The problem. In the back of my mind, I figured why can't I just write books that don't follow any preordained rules of what a gay writer should write or a black writer for that matter and still get them to follow me?
Saturday, 29 April 2017
Yup, it's true. Truth be told I have no idea when this actually happened. Sometime in the past three years or so. I just noticed where I used to look at a guy and let my author mind run wild. Now when I look at people I actually get depressed. I've made it to a point where it's just not worth it anymore. Working on me just makes more sense. It was bound to happen at one point. Even when I cared about relationships I still didn't just up and leave my house for the random meet. Mind you people thought I was. I just didn't care enough to set them straight.
Friday, 14 April 2017
So I am supposed to be giving up on this authoring business. To be fair the only thing I've written has been poems. Trying to do the April poetry month challenge. I realise that I'm wasting away sharing my shit all the time daily and I'm already four poems behind and my stress levels are still the same. This is actually why I'm supposed to be quitting writing.
I did however finally re-edit one of my novels. Dana, it really needed some love and that was fun. Something artsy that didn't require sharing or the hopes people would buy it. I just did it cause I wanted to and actually enjoyed doing it. One part of being an artist in ways that benefit my well-being, success.