Come here, my friends. Have a seat on this comfy sofa. Turn off the news. Disconnect from social media (well, after you read this blog post). Stop streaming Netflix. Just sit. Take a deep breath. In…Out… Good. Now, I have a question for you to think about. What are you aiming at? We are all […]
Archives for January 2017
Why I Decided To Make My Ebooks Exclusive With Amazon (For Now)
January 25, 2017 by Leave a Comment
Here’s another post discussing what I’m doing publishing-wise and why I’m doing it, for those who care. Which, granted, aren’t that many of you, but hey. As before, this discussion is set in a woodland clearing I rented for the occasion and is attended by a variety of woodland creatures who are all prospective indie […]
Writing Everything Down
January 22, 2017 by 2 Comments
As we all know, Betsy is flailing around like a sock puppet trying to be a successful independent author / publisher. That’s not new. But now she has goals AND a production schedule. She seems to actually be interested in taking her game to the next level. However, Skipper, a chipmunk who is a Habit […]
Why I Probably Should Have Had More Than One Book Ready Before I Published
January 18, 2017 by 2 Comments
As I mentioned in a prior blog post, I’ve had a number of people ask me about independent / self publishing. I decided to write more posts about what I’m doing regarding said publishing, why I’m doing it, and what I’m doing wrong in the hopes it may help others. This is one of those […]
The Importance Of Believing
January 15, 2017 by 2 Comments
If you’ve read the last blog post, you know that Betsy was recently wracked with doubt, uncertainty and fear – helped along by the Dark Voice that whispers through her brain. She did manage to vanquish her foe, but it was a near thing. Now Harry, Betsy’s Guide on her Quest, and a white rabbit, […]
The Dark Voice Returns
January 11, 2017 by 4 Comments
As we rejoin Betsy’s blog, winds are whispering through Betsy’s brain. These are the winds of fear. Of doubt. Of unbelief. They are the winds of the Dark Voice, awakened from its slumber. They blow through the corridors, seep under doors, bang through windows, coat everything they touch with black fog. Although the Dark Voice never really […]
