One year ago, I decided to learn the ins and outs of self-publishing.
I spent months reading, devouring various forums and blogs, listening to hours upon hours of podcasts. I studied the industry, the market, the nuts and bolts of production and sales through online retailers.
I decided to gain some hands-on experience by self-publishing a guinea pig project—a cute piece of pulp fantasy called Southwind Knights—and I even ended up committing to nine installments in a series.
The idea was to gain relevant knowledge, connections, and experience in preparation for publishing my masterwork, the door-stopper novel I’ve been dreaming up since 2009. When that project was ready, I wanted to be ready as well. I’d have a platform (albeit small). I’d know some book reviewers. I’d understand how to promote and interact.
I learned a ton, and at first I loved it.
Now I don’t.
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I Wish I Can Fli 