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Why I Love Being Indie


Welcome to an #indiebooksbeseen Blog Hop


An independent author has the freedom to express one’s creativity without being told how or when to do it. As an Indie author I am the captain of my ship. With my characters aboard, I set out for adventure. They learn about life, love and sacrifice within the boundaries of my chapters, but I learn, too, gathering snippets of information from each port-of-call of my own voyage. As a newbie captain, I’ve gained priceless insight about the many tributaries of writing under one’s own initiative: editing, blogging, marketing, social media, and the delicate art of selling one’s work without being too pushy.

Despite the solitude of our work, an Indie author isn’t truly alone. If you listen, you’ll hear the calls from across the cresting waves. Others are out there. Many, many others, and together, we are both united and ignited by an allegiance to our craft. Countless times I’ve been offered insightful guidance and knowledge from my independent comrades. Their help has steered me through some rough waters.

I am only at the beginning of my expedition, but many of those that travel by my side are quite accomplished. I invite you, the readers, to follow me, and other independent authors along on our journeys. Exciting voyages are underway, and you just might find yourself a new favorite writer among the fleet.


To read more about what it's like to be an Indie Author and enter to win some cool prizes, hop on over to Christina Rozelle's "A Spark in the Dark:" https://clrozelle.wordpress.com/2014/12/15/10-things-that-suck-and-rock-about-being-an-indie-author-part-2/
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