Traditional or Indie?

I spent two years of my life trying to make the decision. It’s easy to say I wasted all that precious writing time trying to convince myself why one was better than the other.

Did it gain me anything? Absolutely.

I have forged this relationship with myself. Try, if it doesn’t work, try again. Eventually if you try and fail enough things will eventually work themselves out. Could take a month, or several years. A lifetime in most cases. But there’s a beauty to this try and fail experience. If it gets done in a lifetime, I’ve done my job as a writer.

I’ve surpassed the selling one book mark by a great deal. All it takes is selling one book and you’ve gotten your name out there.

What does that have to do with traditional vs indie publishing? The truth is it has everything to do with it.

When you ask yourself the question and ponder an answer. You find out your goals as a writer. Do I want to go big or go home? Or do I want to find my own way in this world by the fight of my own ambition?

When I think about it, I look back and I don’t regret a thing. I am human, and I make mistakes. It’s part of living in our era, with the internet and all. It’s hard not to regret.

Two years ago I was pushing to get through The Devil’s Retreat and spitting out disastrous query letters. I had every intention of querying agents because I spent nights awake convincing myself, self-publishing is a bloody disaster. I wasn’t wrong either way. Traditional publishing can be as big of a disaster as Indie Publishing can. It’s all part of learning.

After finishing my novel and sitting on it for about six months I decided a year ago to go Indie. Back in August I published The Devil’s Retreat as an Indie author. I’m happy with my experience.

BUT, I’ve reverted to my original thinking and that’s okay. No path is ever clear. Especially the hazy paths publishing takes.

Have a little fight in yourself. Do what is right for you and stop listening to everyone else. You’ll be glad you did.

 

 Wayfinding 

Once Ago someone saw,

An eager soul stretching for a lick of freedom. 

I see them now. 

They have no obligations. 

They feel no pain. 

They know the reaction. 

In truth they see by more. 

To them reality is a sore. 

Picking and Picking,

Blood falling down trickle,

Never doing what must be done. 

They saw it all by the pop of dusk,

 The light goes away,

And in the dark, 

The truth is far more fearsome.

Crowded with monsters, 

Skimming their teeth over our flesh,

Out of darkness,

We can return our sense of humanity. 

Find again our purpose,

Many ago we lost. 

Find a way,

Someone hasn’t seen.

Building the Brand of You

The name of one of the panels I spoke on over the weekend seems fitting for discussion.

Who am I? What is my brand? What thing do I identify myself with? How do you build an author brand? Do you even know what you are doing?

The answer is simple: I have no idea.

Logically I am learning as I go.

It may seem amateurish to admit that my mind is blown by marketing and all this technological use that comes with being an author and building an author brand. Really that does not bother me. I’ve always been a little strange and I’ve been able to incorporate that into my brand building.

What’s the use of building around yourself when you’re not really being yourself? The answer to that is, it’s completely useless. Being fake, is just an asshole ploy to try to teach people you’re this perfect little ball of writerly perfection. I tried that, made a fool of myself and have shucked out the parachute to land on Plan B. Take my advice, actually build a brand around yourself, the real you. The world needs more creatives, not more fakers.

If you’ve got a weird quirk, go with it. WE ALL HAVE THEM. I have more than I care to list, but that’s besides the point. Getting back on point, building a brand.

Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing but it’s working out for me so. Honestly I think that is the reality of building your own brand. None of us know what we are doing. Most of us if not all of us started from scratch, had to get our names out there, go to events, do things we maybe didn’t want to do. Even though that may be true, we all have different paths. Individually we have to find what works for us.

So when building the brand of you:

  1. Be Yourself
  2. Accept the fact that you are learning as you go
  3. Be open to meeting new people
  4. Find something to identify with, to build you brand around, to make yourself noticeable (maybe a certain hairstyle, costume/outfit, a persona, or an object/ thing, characterization) For example: I write about monsters, so everyone thinks of me as monster girl. The girl who writes about monsters.
  5. Market till the site of ads will make you want to throw a book at someone ( pun intended)
  6. Be Yourself
  7. Be Yourself
  8. Be Yourself
  9. Do your conscience a favor and stop listening to everyone’s advice

Sincerely,

A blunt writer named Monster Girl

Creative Writing Convention 

I’ve been MIA for a while. I took a sort of writer vacation by attending Imaginarium this past weekend.

Imaginarium is the largest creative writing convention in the Midwest. There were over 150 authors in attendance. 

I had wonderful time, met a lot of different people. There was a film festival and a boat load of panels to attend. I had the privilege of speaking at 3 different panels: Building the Brand of You, Keeping Beloved Monsters Engaging, and Alternative History: Crafting the Art of What If. 

The experience definitely taught me to keep an open mind with my writing and never shut any doors to opportunities. 

I would highly recommend attending. If you would like to view any photos from the event you can view them on my Facebook page at “Author Brooke Myers”. 

Now it’s time to get back to writing discussion. 

Discovery: Part 3


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Once ago I thought I knew myself. But that was years ago. I’m me. Though I’m not myself.

I see all this time passing by and I think I should be different. Think I need to conform. I clench my eyes shut to pass away the voice inside my head.

Dammit I can still hear it. It never goes away.

My conscience. Is that what it is? Maybe.

All the maybes they drown. Not my soul. They drown my sense.

I’ve done a lot of changing. I’ve transitioned into different stages. I watch the News. I see all these things happening. I listen everyday, what’s going to happen?

I see it all, right here. Right in this exact moment.

I look across a field, glancing between the blades of grass. I can see her. Running, prancing, falling in love with the spirit of life.

She’s sprinting, she doesn’t see the hole. She falls in lost.

She comes back again. Staring back at me. Right here, she looks me in the eyes.

Gone again she goes, rolling through the hills, running through airports, jumping out of planes, and falling from skyscrapers.

I see her once again.

Right here, in my reflection.

 

 

 

 

 

(Discovery:Part 3)

Discovery: Part 2

Honestly I could spend a lot of time, branding what I think discovery is.

But that would be useless.

Come show.

Go away tell.

Writer Support

I think the thing I enjoy most about writing other than the actual writing portion is writer support.

It still amazes me to this moment how writers from every where, all across the world, will support others that practice their craft.

I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but I think that is so beautiful. That really says something about the writing world. We all have a story to tell, but as writers we can make sure that no story ever goes unnoticed.

I’m in a writer’s group, I have been in some form or another for about 5 years now. The group I am in now is absolutely amazing. I learn something new every time we all meet. Now if you step back and take a look at our group. We have a former English/Journalism student, a Geologist, an author/mom, a math professor/author. We are all not just writers, we have other commitments, but we all make time to support each others writing careers and lives.

We have our own endeavors, but we all support each other.

Growing up I always thought writing was a reclusive thing, I loved it, but others frowned on it. As if they thought I never got out of the house and learned anything.

Now I’m grown up, I’ve made the writer world my home. It’s not reclusive. Nor does it not teach you anything. We as writer’s understand without writing, society would be nothing. There wouldn’t be books to educate with, there wouldn’t be libraries. Some of the smartest people in the world are writers. Writing is the framework of society.

That is why I will never not support other writers. When I go to events, I get so excited when I get to meet another author. You never know what ideas or new tools you or going to learn. Or you could possibly form a new friendship.

Writers will never die out because of some controversy society has caused. No, we are too strong for that. We teach about the controversy. As a whole, writer’s are what makes people understand.

All of us writers, together we are our own society.

“Without words, without writing and without books there would be no history, there could be no concept of humanity.”- Hermann Hesse