In the lead up to self-publishing my first novella I’m having all the feels. You know, joy, elation, doubt, fear. There is a bit of conflict going on internally around my desire to actually make a career out of my writing, and the desire to hide it away from the world because it’s never going to be good enough *throws forearm over eyes, drama queen styles*. J.C. Hart wants a career, Cassie want to tell everyone not to buy her book, but to wait until she has free days and just get it then. J.C. Hart loves her books and wants to share them with the world, while Cassie loves them but is sure she’s going to be the only one.
I do want this. I just have to get over my lifelong wallflower tendencies.
As someone said to me recently. Hurry up. Your first release is never going to be amazing, nor is it going to change the world, not even your world, get it done, figure out what you can do better and then do it again.
Well, actually, he just said ‘Fail faster’, but that was what I took away from it.
Until I actually get out there and start doing it, I’ve got no real idea of what is going to happen. I have a feeling it might be a little like having a baby – no matter how many books you read about it, or which classes you attend, you can never really be prepared. Things will be different to what you expect. I have really reasonable, low expectations, but there is no way to predict outcomes in this business.
So, I’ll focus on what I can control. Writing great books, editing them until they are the best I can make them, and then getting them out there into the world.