The thrilling, heartbreaking, and unputdownable third book of The Lightbound Saga–Maia and the Regency Protocol–is now live. All I need to do until the book tour happens next month is send out print copies to some very special people who helped make this happen. That’s it. Every other box has been checked.
Since the series is at its midpoint and it’s almost exactly two years from when I started down this path of indie publishing, I thought jotting down a note on how things have changed for me might be interesting.
The first book is tough. It’s a never-done-before, adrenaline-packed rush. It’s sleepless nights and jittery days. It’s “will I?” and “won’t I?” over and over again. The ones that follow are easier in certain respects but also equally tough in others. At the moment I have eleven SKUs active on Amazon and yet, putting the latest work out there is almost as intimidating as the first.
Note that I used the words “almost as” to qualify the “intimidating.” So . . . it is not exactly the same as when my very first book baby left to face the world. It is still a fearsome venture. But when I got the first one out on a cold January morning about 2 years ago, I was terrified. I hardly knew half as much as I know now and I hardly realized what I was getting into. I was low on experience and quite low on knowledge also. Obviously, ignorance added to the terrifying factor.
Yes, I was quite silly. I didn’t have a mailing list of readers. I didn’t have a set of followers on Amazon or on Goodreads. All I could think about then was letting friends and family know. Quaking in my boots, I emailed to let them know of my new arrival. Fast forward two years, that friends and family list is no more used for books announcements. Sure, they are people close to my heart, but I know that doesn’t make them the market for my books. Now I have a marketing list (albeit a nascent one), a list of readers who are invested more in what I write than they are in me, a list that I highly treasure.
Back then, I couldn’t dream of writing anything other than the one series I had started out with. That one book was going to be my one and only investment of the writing kind. Naïve? Yeah, much. No one other than the massive, miraculous outliers can subsist on an idea like that. I also couldn’t think of publishing more than once a year. HA! How things have changed. Reminds me of a Henry Ford quote: “You think you can, or you think you can’t–you’re right.”
What hasn’t changed though is the amount of work I still have to put in to every release. I have to get my hindside into the writing chair every day for hours at a stretch to get those words out. My fingers still hurt and my back still aches, just the way it did two years ago. I’m nimbler, wiser, and without a doubt, better at everything I do though. Experience has a way of doing that to you.
But that fear of letting go? That’s still there. Yes, knowing that my newest creation is out in the world, earning praise or more likely earning flak, is numbing. But, it’s much better than the first time. I know now that there is no absolute perfect, but as long as I’ve worked hard to make it as perfect as I can, there’s little to obsess about.
Also, this time around I know for sure, writing is one addiction I don’t want to live without. To be honest, I couldn’t get rid of it even if I tried.
On to the next . . .