Since we have a release day on the horizon, I'm gonna tell you all about I9 and how you can get your hands on it.
With so many people flooding the station, attempting to enforce the rules was a pointless endeavor, but I figured I ought to help a fellow woman out. I straightened my security uniform and descended the stairs from my post. Weaving through the milling crowds, I made it to the fallen woman and helped her to her feet. Fights, I could let go. Trampled bodies meant paperwork. No one wanted that.
Once she found her balance on her ridiculous heels, she shook me off and then squinted to read the nameplate on my uniform. With a scorn-filled glare, she yelled over the music, “Don’t touch me, Officer Stabinov. She started it. You can’t charge me.”
“You go on and have a really nice day then.” After making sure she was steady enough to be on her way, I returned to my elevated platform where I could monitor the sea of spoiled, rich assholes.
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When you began writing, what did you imagine your life as a writer would be like? Were you right, or has this experience presented you with some surprises along the way?
When I began writing I was barely in my double digits so I really didn't think about the future much. By the time I was in high school I hoped I'd find a publisher for my masterpiece, get some $ and get to stay in my quiet people-free place and write my little heart out.
When I started writing seriously for publication in my early thirties, I was still under most of that not all at accurate impression of how author-life worked. After talking to a lot of aspiring writers over the years, I feel justified in saying this is a common misperception. And hey, it IS probably true for some writers.
Current day: I'm here to tell you, I'm not "some writers". I'm writing, I'm reading, I'm editing, designing covers, formatting, publishing, managing inventory, booking events, organizing author alleys, networking the hell out of everything, marketing all the things on a tight budget, and out signing books on the weekends.
Did I opt out of finding an agent and publisher? Yep. I spent a few years getting short stories published while sending out queries to agents and then to small publishers. I've dipped my foot in the small press publisher pool twice and hopped back out.
Do I make a profit on my books? Yes. I am I Scrooge McDucking it over here? Not by a long shot.
Do I get to plant my ass in comfy chair and write away? For three(ish) months out of the year, yes. Otherwise, nope.
As it turns out, as with most things in life, you get out of it what you put in. I could just sit home and write and cross my fingers for someone to publish it for me or I can get out there, meet readers, and sell books without having to give a large percentage of my profits to a middleman. Never say never, but at this moment, right now, I'm happy where I am.
