It’s been three weeks since I self-published Twenty-Five, and I have to say, I am so happy I did it. Before taking this leap, I really wasn’t sure about self-publishing. I’d read articles saying that the stigma had been lifted and more books were being published by the individual authors than by publishing houses now, but it was still a big risk for me. What if I pressed the “upload” button and then never sold a single copy? What if I did sell copies, but then got bad reviews? I struggle with rejection issues, so this was one of my biggest fears. I didn’t want to fail at this, at writing.
My book is my proudest accomplishment. But, it still is strange for me when people I know read it. Again, that fear of rejection. What if they don’t like it? Will that somehow mean they don’t like me anymore? It’s so silly to be so proud of something and hold it to your chest without giving anyone else the chance to see how awesome it is.
So, I did it. I took the chance and I created the e-book and the paperback. And you know what? People like it. I’ve actually sold copies! Sure, a lot of the copies I sold were to family and friends, but then again, a lot weren’t. It’s only been three weeks, and I haven’t had thousands of downloads, but my book is in the hands of hundreds of people. Hundreds. I don’t know if I ever expected that. I haven’t made much money because the majority of those hundred were free downloads, but money isn’t the point. The point is, I wrote a book and now people can read it.
And I can’t even tell you how awesome that is.
I can tell you, though, that it really makes me want to get another book out there for them to read! I’m working on that.