I'm calling April my first month as a self-published author, and now we're at the end. My first book Nothing Serious was released earlier this month, and my next release is already in the works.
It's a little strange to actually have a book published, even just self-published on Amazon. I, like most other authors, have wanted to be a writer since I was a kid. Like, I can't remember when that wasn't my dream. But writing isn't a career that really stands up against lawyer, doctor, accountant, etc., so I let it slide. Writing was something I did because I loved it - and because I had to. When I didn't write I could feel the stories bubbling beneath my skin and making my hands itch.
I kept that dream close, but I didn't tell anyone. I actually didn't tell anyone I was a writer until high school. It was my secret, but I wanted to share it with the world.
There's a lot of work that goes into self-publishing, and sometimes that comes with little to no reward. It's been close to three weeks since Nothing Serious came out and I still haven't broken even. Maybe I never will. And that's okay. It really is. Because even if only a few people end up reading my books, I'm writing for myself. Though I'm still rooting for more people to read it lol, I'm figuring out marketing as I go.
I'm working on a website currently, which makes this all feel more real, and I have no idea how often I'll make blog posts (or if anyone will even read this). But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. Everything else remains to be seen.

Love,
CeCe