After much consideration, I’ve decided to give readers an appetizer of fiction through eBook hosting services such as Amazon and iBooks.
I’ve been sitting on 10,000 plus words of flash fiction the last few years. I posted them to Fiction Press before, but I was too indecisive on whether they should be on the site.
Update: I have decided to sit on this project. I want to focus on writing and editing more projects.
Creativity is never a problem for the fiction writer. Earning a sustainable wage solely as a writer is a dream for fiction and nonfiction authors. That dream, however, takes time to establish. Therefore, it’s important to keep a job, part-time or full-time, while one pursues such an ambition.
In the past few years, I’ve targeted professional writing and editing opportunities through job boards like Indeed and Upwork (previously Elance).
Writing for clients, though not unfamiliar, is a different world. The principles of writing and editing remain consistent, but each industry has its own writing style, subtlties one might not notice if he or she is not familiar with a particular field of study or industry.
Freelance writers and editors outside those particular industries have to learn them as they acquire clients.
Like any business, there is a slow season. At the moment, I’m in a stand still. I apply. I wait. I try again. What can I expect? The market is full of professionals, and I can’t blame clients for choosing a freelancer who works more frequently than most.
Instead, I’ve been trying to create professional writing content such as technical guides and white papers to attract clients and illustrate my versatile writing skills.
It’s a great idea, but I keep hitting the wall of writer’s block. I miss the days of having a prompt to work with.
“I am my own worst critic.”
As much as we hate reading this overused phrase, it’s true among most.
Okay. I have to be completely honest. If I didn’t game so much, I’d have enough time to blog. No excuses this time. I admit that I play PS4 more than I should.
However, I do make time for writing. Managing my own projects have not stopped, which brings me to good news. I have completed a flash fiction collection. I created a book cover using a royalty-free photo, Adobe Illustrator, and Adobe InDesign. Using InDesign, I converted an .indd file into an .epub and .pdf. Technically, the book is ready to go for mobile devices, but I decided to make a book for print as well. Its still not finished. It’ll take me a week or two to decide what the back cover design should look like.
I edited those stories over and over until I saw no errors. It still needs a reader to critique it though.
I have nothing profound to give.
My spirit, my mind is tired.
A constant struggle within.
What more can I say?
I’m too tired. I’m beyond
I’m so psyched about self-publishing. I’m holding myself back because producing a book without another round of edits could hurt. Investing in an editor appears to be the right thing to do along side purchasing copyrights from the Library of Congress.
Two obstacles remain: Money and more stories.
Any writer or any professional will tell you to keep your job while you’re writing novels, collections, etc. I know I’ll have to take a risk eventually, but I want it to be a calculated risk.
The blog of the day is…
…If we were having coffee, it would be the witching hour. Around 5 a.m., occasionally, I grab a small Styrofoam cup. I fill it one-fourth way with sugar and cream. The more exotic the cream flavor the better. As long as its not peppermint or double chocolate.
I seize the coffee urn, tipping it slowly. I hold it at a specific angle because the stream often runs down the side of the urn. I never succeed. I pretend the coffee doesn’t spill and blame the person who pours the next serving.
The dark blend morphs into a caramel-color. I inhale the steam. Decent. The taste: Sweet. Caffeine is buried by the sugar, weariness drains the will to remain awake. I’m tempted to get another cup. Time is winding down, so I wait for breakfast before I decide to put something else in my stomach.
The morning shift is done, and the coffee has left me with a bubbly stomach ache. The next day, a co-worker brings an exotic blend: Pumpkin Spice. I envision the routine from the previous day.
If we’re having coffee we’re directing the news.
Tonight the challenge ends. I’d like to thank the Write Tribe for challenging me and other bloggers to find the edge we needed to blog daily. Maybe I’ll take on another challenge to keep myself busy. Also, I’d like to thank those that like, share, and/or read my blog posts. I’ll be sure to do the same.
I wanted to feature a guest post. My efforts have flopped today. But that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the fun.
The challenge has been a great way to show off my writing skills, which I hope is good for you all.
Also, I’m gravitating toward more story ideas. Eventually, I’ll have to produce something. I may take the CreateSpace route when investing into editing. I feel like I need more. Maybe I should take more risks. I just want to create enough content that everyone can enjoy.