Every now and then a wave of self-doubt washes over me with the whole self-publishing thing. My Writer’s Market books scream that I need an agent. It’s too tough a market to go it alone. Agents get you better deals. You shouldn’t have to pay to get your work out there, you should be paid. And on and on…
But then in my daily agent blog reads I get continuous affirmation on the path I’ve chosen. Every day they cry the blues over the publishing industry in shambles, big shake ups, restructuring, lay offs , and book buying “freezes” . They lament all the poor writers stuck in limbo waiting to find out if their editors are still employed, and whether or not they still have a cheerleader pushing their manuscripts along to publication.
As a first time writer, I have to prove myself to these people, so I feel good about my decision to self-publish. It takes care of few things:
a) It satisfies my impatience to get my book in print and out to the many book clubs and organizations who are asking for it.
b) It satiates my need for control. I picked the cover art. I picked the font. I picked the layout. I even got to pick the little squiggly things that separate the different sections of text.
c) It gives me a new strategy to get my foot in the door with agents and editors. If I can generate some decent sales on my own, perhaps that will prove me “worthy” of a traditional publishing contract.
Anyway, I’m pushing forward with renewed excitement.