Ever jump into an online forum for writers or readers and find that there seem to be more writers than readers? I do. Every time. It feels like there is an indie writer around every corner, pushing their book, their book, their book, wanting you to buy and read their book, their book, their book, because their book is the best thing since sliced bread.
It feels like I’m surrounded by used car salesmen trying to shove a lemon on me, guaranteeing that I’ll just love it, that it’s bestseller material, and it’s the next Harry Potter.
Surrounded. Drowning. That might be the introvert in me.
It takes away from that treasure hunt of finding my next book. It makes it less magical.
Yet, I’m also a self-published author trying to find new readers. I’ve seen other indie authors poorly shove their books down readers’ throats, and I’ve since adjusted my approach to be more friendly and accepting of rejection.
It’s cool if you don’t like what I write. I have authors I don’t like, too. I know that not everyone wants to read fantasy or YA or romantic subplots. That’s cool. I have things I don’t like to read about, too, like time travel or diplomatic immunity.
And… Negative Nancy’s coming out, watch out – I feel that there is an abundance of indie writers flooding the online channels, pushing their books, their books, their books, and it leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t want readers to see me that way. I don’t want to be compared to a used car salesman.
I want readers to see me as someone who genuine loves to write and to share stories with other people, not just a money-whore who’s only interested in mining reviews and royalties. Because I’m not. I promise.