I'm smashed. Hee.
I've been looking at blogs galour and reading everybody's opinions about self-publishing versus traditional versus epubs versus wearing patent leather shoes and looking up skirts. All I can figure out is no to the patent leather.
Naw, I figured out that nowadays in the world of publishing there is no right or wrong way. It's an open door right now and a smart person doesn't choose what everyone else says but rather chooses what will work for herself.
So I decided I want it all.
I LOVELOVELOVE Lyrical Press and don't want to leave their family. Oh my goodness, writing for a publisher who squeezes every extra comma out and then ekes the exclamation points from you too... well, they're awesome. I learn more about writing from a round of edits with Lyrical than I did with years of writing classes.
I want to self publish. I like having some control and I like the idea of getting some of the harder to sell stuff out there.
And I want to one day get that New York contract too. So there. I shall. And damn it Red, I intend to drag you along kicking and screaming with me.
So I added some 99cent porn to Smashwords.
Feliz Navidad is the better of the two. I hope maybe we can get our Letters From Greece book finished and up this summer. What do you say, Carolyn? Ready to self-publish a story?
Then you could have three books coming out in summer.