On Setting the Writing Free


I’ve finally been sending out my writing to my test readers. It’s more harrowing than I thought it would be. Part of me hopes that they don’t read it, they don’t realize how truly bad of a writer I am (a Greek chorus of “hack!” is singing in my head). The other part knows that unless I get that feedback, those notes, it will never get better.

Six little chapters out there, in the big, cold digital world. I wonder how they’re feeling, if the faces greeting them are happy or perplexed or a little squidgy. As a romance writer, I wonder just how squidgy those squidgy faces are. That makes me laugh, though. The soft glow of a computer screen on my friends’ transparent “Did I just read what I thought I read? … Oh I did!!!” faces.

I wonder if it would be easier to have strangers read it and give me feedback. But the strangers on the internet are a wild and woolly bunch. You only have to peruse YouTube for three seconds before running across God knows what kinds of awfulness.

So. Here I am. In this little area between people who care about me reading my writing and giving very gentle feedback and the hair on fire trolls. It’s going to take a tremendous bucket of bravery to let the last eleven chapters out into the world. A ship in the harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. I suppose the good ship LuLo will be leaving the harbor soon then.

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The Other Half of Being an Indie Author

My dear husband has told me several times that if I want to start blogging, I should have at least five posts written and ready to go. And in my usual way, I thanked him for his excellent advice and did not heed it.

I’m almost through with my first revision of the first novel I’m going to publish and realized that without an audience, it’s not going to go anywhere. It might be delightful, but without anyone else reading it, what’s the point? They say to write for yourself, but I don’t think that’s quite what they had in mind.

In any case, here is my opening salvo into ~finding my audience~ and ~marketing~ and all those other buzzwords. All I really want is for people to find and read and enjoy my work. So, as I take a big, deep breath, with my finger hovering over “Publish,” here we go.

Because when's the last time you trembled from delight?