You can buy the Kindle version of I Am Marcus Fox today and tomorrow for 99 cents. That’s like, less than a cup of coffee for Sally Struthers. How much does a cup of coffee cost? Like $76, right?
All in Self-Publishing 101
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve been bouncing back and forth and around the horn and through again between and upside out with these templates.
Humans cannot fathom infinity. And yet, we can as we have a clearly defined word for it. It’s like when you think of what’s out there beyond the beyond. How far does space go, bud?
The calendar says we’re now in the second half of 2019. Really, time? Is that how you’re going to play it? Very well then, let’s reflect.
I’m busy contemplating many things, including but not limited to marketing Marcus, finding time to draft new projects, figuring out how to present/possibly package said projects, reading and blogging Shakespeare, anticipating Frozen 2 with frosty breath (OMG it’s gonna be so good!)…
Whoever said, “You’re only as good as your face” was a weasel dufus swinging his head against the loose barn door. Splurge for new hinges, dufus! And don’t skimp on the screws this time, neither!
This is what a thousand words looks like. This is how it feels to be inside a thousand words. Welcome.
“Back in my day,” wrote the old man who somehow got himself a bloggy, “we used to do a thing called freewriting.”
That’s fascinating, Grandpa! Tell us more!
Whether you’ve been blogging for 10 years and 10 minutes or 10 minutes and 10 seconds, eventually you’re going to come to a point in your illustrious bloggy career when you hit the proverbial wall.
Well, now what?
I’m sitting in a haze of post-published, euphoric loss. I feel like I’ve had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends. I gave him up to the world and now he doesn’t write me anymore. Wait, Marcus may be a storyteller but he’s not a writer. I don’t think.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of being a published author. It began, one might suppose, in my early childhood days of climbing the branches of the tree in our front yard to sit there, midway up in the perfect nook, reading for hours on end.
In two weeks, my debut novel, I Am Marcus Fox will be available for human consumption! It’s a pretty big deal, if you’re me.
While I was building this hub that is my author website, I took into consideration that I should also have a semi-professional, mainly literary Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads presence. I would have also created a SnapChat, Tumblr, Readit, Gotchya, Hooli, and WiggleWaggle if I knew what any of those things were.
The ancient adage “Never judge a book by its cover” is intended (mainly, I think) to teach some grander life lesson about how people are multi-layered.
Hire a professional.
You were expecting an easier way? Sure, you can proofread your own novel. You can also do your own open heart surgery but I wouldn’t recommend it.
Curses! Foiled again!
Two months form today, my debut novel will be available for human consumption. Time is inching by at breakneck speed. Yeah, it’s super slow fast.
Far away from here…
Am I allowed to quote lyrics on my blog? Are the sappy music police going to bang down my door as soon as this is posted? Probably.