It’s been one of those days. Actually, it’s been several of them strung together. You know the ones, the one where you’d rather bury your head in the sand than face any more bad news, or worse advice from self-proclaimed experts who profess to have all the answers. Yep, I’m wallowing in the muck of overwhelm and depression brought on by it. It has left me scratching my head in confusion.
I was told that, as a writer, if I wanted anyone to read what I write I had to be on social media. Okay, I spent nearly two years getting more socializing than writing done. I met a lot of truly wonderful people, but it didn’t change my sales figures one damn bit. Sigh. So, if you don’t see so much of me on line any more it’s because I’m trying to reclaim some of my real life.
Oh yeah, the latest thing from the experts, it is no longer good enough to write a good story, now we are supposed to learn how to write it in HTML so we can add all the features those super sophisticated readers are demanding in their e-books these days.
Seriously? Does no one out there actually just enjoy sitting down and reading a good story? I know I do. I read lots of work from new writers and I ignore the few typos as well as poor formatting. All I need to hold my interest and keep me coming back is a compelling story.
So that’s what I have decided to do. I will ignore all advice from the experts and just write my stories. I will self-publish them, warts and all. If a few folks read and enjoy them then I have done my job and I am happy.
Here endth the Wednesday rant.