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Secondly, learn to write rough. Stop caring about spelling and sentence fragments and plot holes and grammar. Get the story down. Listen to the dialog and try to keep up with your fingers. Get to the end of your manuscript and THEN worry about the quality. If you can master the art of powering through to the end of your story, you are on your way.
Have to say I found your comment inspiring. Having already published two
non-fiction titles on Amazon and having them NOT set the world on fire (or even really lit it!) I must admit to feeling a little disillusioned with the whole self-publishing game.
The future will take care of itself if I do my part for long enough. I know that logically, but its hard to remember that sometimes when my mind is as blank as a blank thing with a dash of blankness added in for good measure.
If you want to have your work read, you need to find where the readers for your genre are and tell them about your book, individually if you have to. Each and every reader you find is a wonderful thing. Not for the two dollar and something cents in royalties, but for their voice. You want them to enjoy the experience of reading your book, and this assumes you have done your very best to write an enjoyable, clean, and professional (appearing) book.
I wonder if it would possible to take an opposite approach: writing a number of books in various genres which stand alone, but which each lay the groundwork for a new series? Similar to the way in which a TV studio might order a block of pilot episodes. And then whichever book achieved the most success, the author would run with.
I decided to learn as much about the KDP publication process as I could by releasing a short story into the world and was stunned when people actually started reading my book! What a humbling experience it is knowing complete strangers are reading and *hopefully* enjoying something you wrote. craaaazy. That fire became a blaze and now I need to keep going in order to feed this wild new addiction. Writing is a drug, and people like Hugh are the enablers. Thanks for the awesome trip!
Since I stumbled upon you, I have found your experience to be invaluably insightful. I also find articles like this one to be both encouraging and validating of my direction toward self-publishing. And I am a long time believer that writers, write.
It began as a trickle. As I continued to build my catalog, things improved. Now I have, after 6 or 7 years, a livable income and can do MY WORK rather than work for a studio or corporation. I also get invited, expenses paid, to travel (around the world) and speak a lot, which is another perk. If you factored in the actual cost of that stuff, it starts to seem really huge! I may not make 1/3rd what I did working in Hollywood, but my life is 300X better!
Hi I have got 1 or 2 short fictions published. I would really like to submit short stories, do you know of any ezines that accept new writers? I was linked to this post by my writing group, and am in process of trying to selfpublish so this article is very relevant.
Thanks for this article. After floating around the great query mill for far too long, I decided to listen to my writing professor and look into Kindle publishing with a vengeance. This is great advice and a good launch point for my understanding of the industry.
However, as a recovering perfectionist, I know that I need to heed your advice to write furiously all the way to the end, not worrying about the grammar, punctuation, or holes in the story. Just get through it. The momentum is, I believe, what a lot of writers lack.
I think that the most valuable piece of advice for every aspiring author to understand is to keep on writing and write every single day.
Another important point that I feel a lot of people are missing, is self publishing is a business. And it has to be treated as such.
I never thought that building up the backlist first before you start promoting was so darn important. I can really see the sense in this.
World War III? It can happen. How many wars were there in the 20th century? What do you think will happen to Amazon if that happens? Your ebooks? Think about it. Nothing is immortal on this planet except death.
I have been in sales all my professional life and writing is very similar. Results are the name of the game. Nothing happens in sales until you make the call, work the deal, and close! To be a successful writer nothing happens until you write and produce quality work. Setting goals for production is key. Get in front of the keyboard, put your manuscript up on your screen. I love that!!!!
Thanks for this great advice, it has really helped me. In particular, the part about learning to write rough: it doubled my productivity as I had a tendency to edit-as-you-go. Even though I had heard the advice before, albeit differently worded, your direction has really swung home.
Great post, Hugh!
I am one of those invisible, unknown authors who is sitting at the desk and writing every day.
Amazon sends me a commission every month (some months, Amazon Germany and Amazon U.K. also send me cheques!) and I use the hundreds of dollars to pay the bills while I continue to write and build my library. Each month the cheques get bigger, and my list of work grows.
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So I have spent the last 4 hrs reading and researching where to start, how to make money at it, publishing options, and on and on. It is a little overwhelming to a newbie. Then I came across your name and site from a Angela Booth blog, and clicked your article..well it just suddenly made everything make sense. So here I go on my new journey with your printed out page on my mirror to use as my daily steps into a totally unknown area.
Sorry soooo long, but just wanted to let you know that what you had to say here really helped me. If I can help just one person with my advice or writings some day the same way I will have truly succeeded.
I read further, and I noticed your testimony. Your part of the article makes sense, and this is why I have come to you for advice. This post makes me feel much better about my choice to self-publish when my novel is polished and ready to present with the world.
a.) Do you believe the guest-user, Ace, has a valid point in his comment?
b.) How has self-publishing helped you as a whole?
c.) With the authors who have naysayers on self-publishing (myself included, I have many), how do you block them out?
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