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I had several ideas for this post\u2019s title:<\/p>\nI had several ideas for this post\u2019s title:<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not one of you.\u201d
\n“Repeating myself\u201d
\n\u201cTired of the sound of my own voice\u201d
\n\u201cBeing silent\u201d
\n\u201cSerial starter\u201d<\/p>\n
Anyway, all of them are pertinent to my point, but they all mean different things. I\u2019ll take them one by one.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
In the cult of self-publishing, the loudest voices are the ones who write fast and put out an oeuvre faster than I can switch channels on the TV. They are the ones who say such things as:<\/p>\n
and my personal favorite,<\/p>\n
It\u2019s all bullshit. Rather, the fact that all writers must follow these instructions as gospel is bullshit. The fact is, writers write for a whole host of reasons, only one of which is to make their works commodities. I provide a commodity service. I\u2019m not in the business of writing novels to make them commodities too.<\/p>\n
Commodities are soulless, interchangeable widgets, and I don\u2019t believe that books are commodities at all. I also don\u2019t believe that writing fast makes a book soulless. I simply can\u2019t write that fast and put the time and thought into them that I do.<\/p>\n
So, to you incessant voices in self-publishing and those of you who were trained as midlist authors to keep putting product out there, I\u2019m not one of you.<\/p>\n
Which leads me to my second point:<\/p>\n
I am not on the vanguard of self-publishing. Dan Poynter<\/a> is. Aaron Shepard<\/a> is. Morris Rosenthal<\/a> is. April Hamilton<\/a> is. They are mostly nonfiction writers and they speak to writers of niche nonfiction. For instance, Dan started out publishing parachuting and skydiving treatises.<\/p>\n I am, however, on the vanguard of self-publishing fiction, along with Ann Somerville<\/a> and others in niche genres. I took a lot of heat for it, too. The loudest voices in self-publishing now were once rabid anti-self-publishers and some of them attacked me personally both publicly and in email for it. Hey. Assholes. I blazed your trail. You\u2019re welcome.<\/p>\n (Oh, is that arrogant? Yeah, I know. I\u2019m a woman. I\u2019m not supposed to be arrogant. Suck it.)<\/p>\n I\u2019ve said all I want to say, I\u2019m noticing repetitious themes in my writing that annoy me, and I\u2019ve become<\/p>\n You may have noticed that, other than posting Dunham<\/em> chapters, I haven\u2019t blogged a lot.<\/p>\n I seek silence like water seeks the ocean. You wouldn\u2019t know it to meet me at a cocktail party, conference, or convention, but I\u2019m an introvert. (Please see \u201dCaring for your introvert<\/a>\u201c and \u201dMaker\u2019s Schedule, Manager\u2019s Schedule<\/a>.\u201d)<\/p>\n I like to start projects. I rarely finish them. The ones I finish, I really, really care about. And then I abandon them. Because I\u2019m bored with that.<\/p>\n You know where I\u2019m going with this by now. For decades, I have wanted to be a published author. Like, since I was 15, which is exactly three decades. It may have been earlier, when I was around 10 and wanted to submit something to one of the Reader\u2019s Digest<\/em> quip sidebars. I knew how to follow instructions. My submission wasn\u2019t published. But by the time I was 15, I had found out a) how to submit to Harlequin, b) what to submit to Harlequin, c) how many words I had to write to submit to Harlequin (Presents line, in case you were wondering), and d) about how much a Harlequin advance was and how much in royalties I could expect and when (answer: zero, which was okay with me at the time).<\/p>\n Along the way I have had disappointments and obstacles and tangential projects and replacement projects, all while going to school, earning a living being, basically, an administrative handyman because I had an unbelievable skillset and a degree. You know, living life as a marginally normal person. There was always something odd about me. Everybody knew it but me, until I finally got a clue by working in a very dysfunctional place<\/a>.<\/p>\n So along comes 2007 and, after 7 or 10 or however many years when I had given up writing totally, out pops this doorstopper. And so I published it. And so I had MOAR STORIES TO TELL!!! So I did that. And here we are, five years later and I\u2019m about to publish book 4 in a planned 5-book series, and I realized this morning \u2026 I\u2019m done. I did it. I did what I wanted to do, which was to get my stories out on paper and to the public.<\/p>\n I have no more stories. I will write book 5, but it\u2019ll be a while, and I will likely go dark for that time, but I owe those fans who have been slowly accumulating and who love the world I built.<\/p>\n The difference this time, in seeing the light at the end of this obsession\u2019s tunnel, is that for the first time in my life I have no overarching “This is what I want to do.\u201d I\u2019ve done it. I quit writing once and had nothing to fill that creative void so I made a cross-stitch design company and permanently killed my love for my favorite hobby. But always, getting a book published was my overarching life goal–because I thought it would take my entire life to do so. Writing was my life\u2019s work and I never thought I\u2019d run out of stories to tell.<\/p>\n But I have, and now it\u2019s time to move on.<\/p>\n So \u2026 where do I go from here?<\/p>\n I dunno, but I\u2019m gonna read a lot of books while I try to figure it out.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I had several ideas for this post\u2019s title: \u201cI\u2019m not one of you.\u201d “Repeating myself\u201d \u201cTired of the sound of my own voice\u201d \u201cBeing silent\u201d \u201cSerial starter\u201d Anyway, all of them are pertinent to my point, but they all mean different things. I\u2019ll take them one by one. \u201cI\u2019m not one of you.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[530,424],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-self-publishing","category-writing"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5209"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5209"}],"version-history":[{"count":10,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18519,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5209\/revisions\/18519"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/moriahjovan.com\/talesofdunham\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}\u201ctired of the sound of my own voice.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n\u201cBeing silent\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n\u201cSerial starter\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n\u201cVeni, vidi, vici.\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/div>\n