Publishing my first book…sigh
It was exactly what I expected: no sales, no readers, no interest; nothing. To top it all off, it’s all my fault: bad promotion, amateur mistakes, poor attitude; combine all of that, and what you have is disaster.
But strangely, I’m happy, because I’m learning. I’m making all the mistakes, and I’m learning from them. I’m growing. I’m getting stronger. I’m having doubts, but I still persevere because if I allowed all my doubters to win (including myself), then I’d never be able to forgive myself.
At the end of the day, I know why I write, and who I write for. I write because I love to. I write for me.