Such a great blog. I couldn’t have said it better myself, which is a really weird saying. Of course I couldn’t have said it better myself, otherwise I would have. Read this please 🙂
I wanted to open this post with a video.
It would have been about 90 seconds long, but so agonizingly painful to watch it would have seemed like an hour.
A mournful voice moans over a lonely acoustic guitar…fade in…your favorite Independent Author sits at his/her desk. Their clothes look like they’ve been slept in. The desk is littered with papers, fast food wrappers, an overflowing ashtray and a two-day-old cup of coffee.
If it’s a man – he hasn’t shaved in three days – if female, her hair would need to be primped for an hour to look as good as bed-head. Their eyes plead with you for rescue.
The image dissolves into pictures of other authors in similar states of down-trodden-ness…the voice of a familiar actor speaks;
“Every year thousands of Independent Authors spend countless hours in front of their computers, forsaking their families, their health and their…
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