So it's my birthday. I turned 34 years old.
I'm officially in my mid thirties. I'm pretty damn happy about this.
So I'm not doing srs business today because the past weekish has been so full of awful things and I can't deal.
I'm doing a book. Writing a collection of essays that I will then form into a book full of super powers and magic.
I've mentioned it off and on here. I haven't done it because the prospect frankly scares the shit out of me.
I don't really know or understand why it is exactly that writing my essays and sharing them makes me so damn nervous. It's a thing.
So here's how this is going to go down. I'm DIYing this shit all the way.
I've lined up my lovely trusted and awesome friend to edit it for me. She is someone I know will help my words be shiny and as beautiful as I want them to be.
I'm designing my own cover. I'm trying very hard to research so I can make it available to the widest audience. I'm thinking of publishing actual print books, download on demand ebooks of various sorts. I'm not sure if I'll be able to afford to do an ISBN or anything so okay here's the next scary thing.
I'm going to run a chip in thing for donations if anyone would like to help me out with editing or production costs.
I'm really serious about this and putting out a quality thing of beauty that my heart is in.
I've also got some small paying side hustles to help add to my savings. I'm hoping to save up around 250$ at least. Anything beyond that I will reconsider.
I'm looking at a mid-summerish release.
I'm..okay I'm fucking scared shitless.
I'm doing it anyway.
I decided as I've been thinking about my birthday and turning 34 that now that I have a lot of things shed. Beliefs, issues etc. I know myself really well by now and I know what I feel like my purpose in life is, now is the time to do the things that scare me.
I've been submitting fiction (and getting rejected but tis the nature of the beast) to challenging markets. I've been writing and submitting essays.
I have been picking up my camera more even though I'm yes afraid that my bad pictures as I learn will make me look foolish.
I have been working really hard on fully accepting that I am:
- Worth the kindness and love that people have shown me.
- Worth taking care of. That I can be an awesome partner to Uniballer and an awesome friend AND make sure that I have good shoes you know?
- Worth asking for help or support from y'all or my meatspace people or whomever when I feel that I really need it. AND that I'm not being some kind of crazy asshole when I say, hey I can't do this by myself I need help.
I'll be dropping the chip in widget in my side bar there. If you can't donate you can still help me in awesome ways.
I'm not the best at self promotion so when I'm ready if you'd like have a link to the book that would be fantastic. If you feel fancy a signal boost would be great. If you know of other ways I can fundraise for myself let me know in the comments there. If you want to cheer me on that would be awesome. Well wishes, good thoughts and prayers are also awesome. When I'm finished if you want to do a email interview or something like that to help me promote that would be great too.
Do you do something like graphic design for the internets? I'd really like some banners of varying sizes and stuff to use for link exchanging. Uniballer will make me a couple but I would be super honored if someone would make one for me.
Also probably in the next few weeks I'm going to go over my blog stats and include some posts and I'll probably be doing a poll for my regulars. Mostly in the vein of which entry would you most want to have handy to look at when you want.
I might ask for opinions on cover design.
I'm going to say something that feels scary to me.
I can't do this or finish this endeavor by myself. I need help. I need support from people who (presumably, although haters you can contribute too if you wanna) like me.
So there we have it. This is what's going down officially.
I love you my homies. So many of you have said some of the sweetest most wonderful things to me. You've supported me. You gave me pants and things. You've made me laugh and made me weepy. You've been so wonderful. Thank each and every one of you, even you shy lurkers for just being around.
I have fancy snacks and tea to have.