Sheeps say “Bah” and I do too
Since it’s kind of the thing to do, I thought that I might talk about some of my self-publishing trials and tribulations.
Why would I self-publish? Because it takes forever to get any kind of real response from agents and publishing companies. Plus, I have a hard time classifying some of my work. Fantasy? Sci-fi? Gay? Homo-erotic? Thriller? Suspense? Mystery? Contemporary? Blah, blah, blah. Let’s just say that I write a mish-mash of genres, and I don’t stick to one genre or one type of writing for every project.
My biggest fear is being labeled because I want the freedom to write whatever I want to write.
Back in the day I was really fond of writing about vampires and werewolves. Now I’ve drifted away from the genre-typing and moved on to different things. So to be pigeon-holed by a genre I don’t indulge much in anymore? Very frustrating.
What do I hope to get out of writing? I want people to read what I write. I want to hear back from readers that have enjoyed reading the stories I’ve crafted. But even if no one in the entire world ever read anything I wrote… I would still write. Because at the end of the day writing is such a part of my identity that it’s not what I do, it’s who I am.
