Self-publishing

There  was once a huge part of me that felt like I wouldn’t be a real author unless my books were published by a big firm from NYC and sold in bookstores throughout the country. It was an elitist sort of validation, and right now, I don’t need it.

I’m ecstatic by how well my books have been received and how many people have loved the characters and the story. That should be  validation enough, and it is, but still, I would love to see the books in a store. Not because it would mean I’ve arrived as an author, which is really pretty silly, but because it would just be another avenue for people to discover my books.

I write because I have to-the stories want out-but I also don’t want the words to die in the void; to simply sit on my computer with no one to have ever read them.

There’s so much to be written on this topic of why people write and why they publish, but Aidan Moher, whose blog, A Dribble of Ink, won a Hugo last year, says it all with this post: Why I’m self-publishing my book.

 

Star Trek

I know this is a little late, but how cool is this image?

Starfleet on the ISS.

It reminds of why I fell in love with science fiction in the first place. It’s not the Starfleet uniform, which is awesome to see, but just the wonder of being up there and pushing boundaries.

Seasonal allergies-ugh!

Yesterday morning, I took a Sudafed, Allegra, and a Singulair for my allergies along with a shot of Dymysta up both nostrils. That evening, a Claritin and more Dymysta, and the symptoms were barely under control.

Today, I’m fine. Why? Because of the blessed rain smothering that nasty pollen.

Happy Easter!

To everyone out there, believer or non-(I think having a prayer sent your way is a good thing, so please don’t take this as an insult), I hope you have a wonderful and blessed Easter!