Being a broke author is not easy. I want the big, fancy artwork I see on the covers of famous writers. Then I remind myself, I am not famous. Yet.
All my life, things were a struggle. My mom worked. When she wasn’t holding down a full-time job, often commuting 2 hours a day, she worked 2 part-time jobs instead. When my sister and I were small, she ran a daycare out of the home. I grew up knowing you have to work to get what you want, and sometimes even then, it was still out of reach. That’s part of life and growing up.
So far with publishing my books, I did not do it totally on my own. I have had a chorus of fellow indie writers, my editor, and my family cheering for me. If I am confused, frustrated, or ready to scream and quit, my awesome support group keeps me going.
I will admit that I did do as much of the work as I can. I took my own photos, learned how to resize them, put on the type and fonts, and format the manuscript for ebook or print formats. I won’t gloss it over. IT WAS HARD WORK. I got frustrated, discouraged, and lost my confidence for a short time. I had to ask myself, “How bad do you want to get this book out? Are you going to quit now?” I grabbed another cup of coffee, let fly a string of inventive curses, opened my web browser, and went back after it. Countless failed attempts (over a dozen), and HOURS later (over 4), I had my ebook live and online.
There will be people who will say that my cover art is simplistic and looks cheap. That’s fine. It may be. I can hold my head high. I know I did my very best. I put in the hard work and the time. I can be proud of what I have done. Like my female main characters, I did not sit and cry, I did not expect someone to feel sorry for me, I did not expect someone to come save me, and most of all, I took charge, did my best, and can hold my head high as an Indie author. I now know I can do it.
Now on to the next challenge!