My first book, An Airship Named Desire, got published with Hazardous Press in 2012.
Come August, I’ll have been a published author for seven years now, and I have to say the amount I’ve learned in that time has been immense.
For the longest time, twenty books was my goal. It offered something tangible to work towards in an industry where everything is constantly in flux. I hadn’t planned on doing any self-publishing, but when Hazardous Press, Jupiter’s Garden Press, Breathless Press, Loose Id, Ellora’s Cave, and After Glows Publishing ALL closed down, I went different routes with each of the books. With the sheer number of press closures I was in the middle of, I had begun to feel cursed.
Still, twenty kept me in the game. I’d built in my head twenty as the magic number, where I’d finally spill over into the success I’d been chasing. And now that I’m here at twenty, am I where I thought I’d be? Not in the slightest. However, the mind likes to dream big, whereas real progress is measured by different markers. Has my writing improved in that time? Staggeringly. Each book has me learning new techniques and expanding my horizons. Have I been able to beat my own sales records? I have, and that is something to take pride in.
So, while twenty books isn’t the fanfare and confetti I once imagined it might be, I can still appreciate the discipline learned and how setting that goal gave me a push I needed to keep writing and keep creating. And if I can keep up that trend, I feel like I’ll continue climbing up that mountain until I reach the top.
See you all at forty books!