Nothing's sweeter, nothing's better

than to be trapped between the pages of a damn good book.

I'm addicted to the literary rush, give me some more of that literary crack! said no one ever...about one of my books.


While I long to write literary crack, I'm doomed to write literary fluff.

Alas, I should stop while I'm ahead, but my God it feels so good; so chilling to keep letting the worlds of words flow from my fingertips and onto the page.

I should probably stop while I'm ahead, but I know I won't. I won't because I love to write and I want to eventually love what I write.

I want others to fall in love, get lost, get trapped in a world of my words.

I keep telling myself until then... until then... trudge on.

Seriously though, as maddening as I sound every damn bit of it is true. I ramble. My words are a slurred string of mumbles, heard and then forgotten, as quickly as they were spoken.

And now that we're past that awful voice, there's several more to follow. The struggle of the indie author is not for the faint of heart, it's lonely and discouraging.

The voices inside you are wicked, they care little for your dreams, they're viscous and desire to keep you paralyzed by your fear of failure.

It's difficult to find readers to give a little no-name nobody a chance, even at the very low price of free, so why the hell do it? Why go on? You worlds of words are dull and lacking, you're obviously not an entertainer.

All these damning thoughts swirl around and keep me captive, I'm one indie author among many so I can't speak for everyone else, only myself. Sure I've thought all the above, and a lot of other harsh things I won't be sharing about myself as a writer. The world's a critic and I find I'm the biggest one. That's neither here nor there.

I stumbled on an article by one of my favorite authors, urging other authors to support one and another. First and foremost I'm an avid reader, there's nothing I love more than to blab to anyone who will listen about a crazy good book I've read.

I've been a hypocrite, a great big one, I'm afraid. I've been begging (blush*) for reviews/readers, but haven't been doing my fair share. Sure, I've reviewed a few here and there, but I don't typically like doing reviews. To me, they feel awkward and I'm nervous I'll be judged, or in other cases I love the book so much I'm afraid I can't do it justice.

Back to those nasty little voices, that are loud and terrifying. I'm an indie author among many, I can't speak for everyone, only myself. If I feel broken and beaten by that voice of doubt, then there's a chance others are out there feeling the same way.

I'm big on teamwork and helping others, so I'm going to work harder at spreading word about other indie authors out there, and non-indie authors.

Also, I need to start doing a better job at reviewing the books I've read. I'll have to re-read them so I can recapture the feels of the book.

If you're an indie author in need of some love, feel free to leave a comment or pm me. I make no promises that I will agree to read/review your book, but I'll consider it, as time allows. After all, I could be working on my own little thing.

I'm an avid reader with a partially open mind, while I try to test different waters, I stay clear of erotica or anything that hurts children. I'm a hardass, I'm a softy.

I think maybe I'll even rant or rave a featured indie book in my blog. I've not decided. I'm teetering towards I will, because I do enjoy blabbing about a book I've enjoyed.