When I reopened my book at the end of 2017 I thought I would be dead set on self publishing, but now I’m not so sure.
I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, and I am not afraid to admit that!
In my head marketing my book before it came out seemed like a good idea because it would get people excited about it and anxious to read it .
But guess what, I’m just military woman who works 9+ hour days working on airplanes to do my part for our country. That, I know. That is a definite.
Marketing a book, is a portal to mars where the aliens speak Russian with a mix of Chinese, it’s foreign to me.
I mean sure I can get my family and friends to read it, but that’s like twenty people. Thats not what I dreamed of. Thats far below the ceiling I’ve wish for.
Maybe that makes me greedy, maybe I’m a big liar and have even fooled myself into thinking that I only right for me, it’s something bigger.
Don’t get me wrong, i’d love to inspire more people write like Rowling did for me, but in the end I still write for me.
By that I mean writing helps me cope with depression, anxiety, ptsd. And let me clarify, ptsd isn’t just from traumatic battles, it just happens to be the most popular.
I write like many write, it helps me cope with life. I get to escape this world and visit the one in my head.
I want to share that story with whomever will listen, it just might save someone’s life.