I love authors. All of them. People who have the courage to put their thoughts, feelings, hopes, dreams, and fanciful ideas on the page. And you know the authors I’ve come to love most of all? Indies. And here’s why.
We’re like cage-fighters. We get in there, and without all that extra padding we expose ourselves to some brutal blows. To the head, to the heart and even to the soul by opening ourselves up to the world and saying, ‘Here’s my work. Have at it.’ We toss around ideas and seize on some, discarding others. We execute well, and sometimes abysmally. We learn the rules of writing and un-learn some, and then make up our own; we churn out some garbage and occasionally some genius. And we do it all without the support and padding of a multi-million dollar publishing conglomerate to make this messy business of writing look glossy and pretty.
But here’s the thing. Lately, I think some of us cage-fighters have it twisted. We think the opponent is the reader who happens not to like what we do. Or the writer who doesn’t give us the props we “deserve”; whatever we imagine those props to be. We bleed on the page and then go out there and for some of us, we also design a cover, format the text, edit the damn thing and then try to morph into our own public relations agent. And no question: We Are Bad-Ass. We are. So yeah, it smarts a little when the work isn’t well-received.
But in this cage fight called indie authorship, the opponent isn’t your fellow author against whom you’ve developed some irrational grudge; it isn’t the reader who didn’t give you that five-star review you’ve developed a sense to entitlement to. Your opponent is only you. Just you.
So, get back in that cage, write your next kick-ass book and let the rest take care of itself. Not everyone in the reading or writing public will be part of your team, but that’s okay.
Fight your fight, indie authors. But fight clean. And most of us will be fighting right alongside you.