Today should have been a happy day. A day of joy and celebration. So what’s stopping me from doing a jig?
Today is the 21st March, the fortieth anniversary of the killings of Toten Herzen. A heinous crime that created a myth and ultimately revived the career of journalist Rob Wallet.
But today is also a line drawn in the sand. No more promoting, no more marketing, no more twisting and turning trying to find the key to discoverability. And to be honest it feels like a weight from around the neck has been released.
The series will continue, the next novel The Fine Art of Necromancy, was started at the weekend. I haven’t given up on writing, but I have given up on the self-publishing game. I’ve watched too many people waste good money after bad, read too much advise that’s not worth a bean.
I like writing. I’d like to earn a living from it. What I don’t want is the frustrating half-way house where authors pour their money into other people’s back pockets and get snake oil promises of upsales and click throughs.
Creativity is what it’s all about and that process will continue. In some form or other.