I seriously need one of those things that you speak into and it types for you. After pre-Christmas, Christmas Eve, Christmas, the girl’s birthday parts 1-3, and finishing Rebellion, I have an awesome case of carpal tunnel.
Dear Toy Manufacturers: Enough with the impossible tape and 75 twist ties per item in each hard to get into box. Enough with the miniscule parts that “click” together (only when I stand on top of them) and the picture directions with confusing arrows that don’t actually tell me how or what order to put things together in.
I have enough toys in my house to start a daycare. My kids are very happy with everything they got, but I’m pretty sure they would have been happy with half as much.
Next year we’re going to give our money to Matt Damon and let him build some wells on our behalf in Africa. 🙂
Of course, all my kindle “next page” clicking could be contributing to my owie wrists. This is the time of year when I read a lot. As you may have gathered, December stresses me the fuck out, so escaping in a book for several hours each evening is a must.
Last year I got my kindle for Christmas and by the 29th was probably on the second Outlander book. I straight abandoned my family for a month reading those. I needed extra escape last year, I was pretty bummed. I’d rewritten Glimpse and received about 40 rejections at that point. I was going into 2010 asking myself, “What happens when you write a decent book and you can’t get anyone to read it?”
After I finished the Outlander books I was on the lookout for other things like it-something with romance and adventure that was kind of sci-fi/fantasy. I didn’t realize this was an actual genre. I delved into the House of Night books and Vampire Academy. Great books, but YA and at $10, kind of expensive for e-books. (To her publisher’s credit, the Outlander books are all about $5 for an 1,000 “page” e-book, a more reasonable price I think.) That’s when I found Kept by Zoe Winters. It was 99 cents. Devoured it. Loved it. Needed more.
But who published her books? I couldn’t figure it out. I stumbled on e-publishers and submitted Glimpse to a couple of them. Met a great author named Ashlynn Monroe who helped me navigate the submission process. More rejections, but nicer ones and this time with notes! Apparently, Glimpse was a YA novel in the making, not a family saga like I’d thought. Query redo! More submissions! More nice rejections with contradictory suggestions! I started writing Glimmer to get my mind off the madness. Then, yay! A publisher requested specific rewrites for resubmission…and then turned it down. By this time I’d figured out that Kept was self-published. Really? But self-published books supposedly sucked and Kept most definitely didn’t.
I started reading Zoe’s blog posts (I caught her at a time when she was super rah rah indie and on the internet constantly) and gleaned everything I could from what she was saying. Damn. I was inspired. So, I took my 8 times revised Glimpse and I self-published it as an e-book. A month later I put out the paperback with Createspace and I waited.
Twelve people bought my book.
I could not effing believe it.
I started posting the blurb on the kindle message boards (only in the appropriate places!!) and got a Goodreads account. A writer named Jess C Scott and I traded review copies. This one chick, Amanda Hocking, and I did the same. (How funny to think that there was a time when either of them had to ask for reviews!) V.J. Chambers randomly found my blog and liked Glimpse-I geeked out on her books. I signed up for Twitter and met Susan Bischoff, who knew my roomate from college, Christel, who knew Zoe Winters and Kait Nolan, who knew Claire Farrell, and Belinda Kroll, and Lauralynn Elliott, and Reena Jacobs, and Imogen Rose. It just keeps spiraling, I’m meeting and reading more awesome authors, like, every freaking day.
So, this December 29th is a lot more hopeful. I published two novels and a short story this year. Wrote another short story that will be out next week. Signed up to be a sponsor in ROW80. Met a ton of wonderful writers and book bloggers that I now consider friends. Found a community. And as of this morning, I’ve sold nearly 2,500 books. Sure, other writers sold more, in some cases A LOT more, but when I think of myself at this time last year, having not sold a single book, 2,500 is a great figure. (This sentence is dedicated to Sarah for my extreme and probably inappropriate use of commas.)
When my husband gave a long rambling toast at our wedding, my first duty as his wife was to interrupt him and say, “What he’s trying to say people, is, thank you!”
Readers, writers, bloggers: What I’m trying to say people, is, thank you.