THE GOOD, THE UGLY, and THE ENTIRE
TRUTH
My experience in the writing world
By: E.L. MONTES (USA Today Bestselling author of the ‘Disastrous’
series)
When I was asked to write a guest blog post for Lisa's one year
bloggerversary, I was thrilled! Then I thought, what do I write about? I've never
written a guest blog post before! Do I write about sex? Books? Life? Oh heck...can I mention the word "cock"
without offending anyone? (If you read my books,
you would know that the term "cock" is used very often). What can I
say...? I love
cock, um, I mean, I love to use the term
“cock” :/
Then it dawned on me. My one year anniversary for publishing Disastrous is quickly approaching. Within a year, I've learned and experienced so much. And I’ve met so many wonderful people, so why not take this opportunity to write about my first year experience in the indie publishing community? Not just all the fluffy crap, but the good, the ugly and the whole truth. (for what I've witnessed, of course). In order to tell all, I must start from the beginning...
Once upon a time ... ha-ha, just kidding! No really, once upon a
time, I fell in love with words. Not only the bad ones. Yes, I was that child
that tested the limits and slipped out a curse or two just to see if I would
get in trouble. After I did, I kind of kept to myself, but I was also that
child that had trouble communicating my thoughts and feelings. Even now as an
adult I stumble over my words, and my thoughts run faster than my mouth. Before
I know it, those around me have no idea what the hell I'm talking about, so then
I sound like a complete moron. Yet, if you place a piece of paper and a pen in
my hand I’m able to write it all down, pour out my feelings, fears, and my thoughts.
It turned out that was a better way to make others understand me.
When I began dating my husband (at the age of sixteen) and we had
our first argument I didn't know how to express myself. He was always good at conveying
his thoughts and feelings, whereas I was left stuck. I knew what I wanted to
say, but when I blurted it out it just sounded confusing and messy. So I wrote
it down. I have no idea why. I would sometimes even write it down in front of
him and hand him the piece of paper. He would look at me and say, "Why
couldn't you just say that?" I don't know. To this day I truly DO NOT
KNOW. Writing is in some ways therapeutic for me.
So it was no surprise that I fell in love with reading, poetry,
and writing at a young age. It was also no surprise that my fingers itched to
pick up a pen or fly them across a keyboard and just write.
What, in fact, was the biggest surprise to me was finishing my
first full novel.
After earning my degree in legal studies while working full-time,
I landed a job as a paralegal for a mid-size law firm. Everything was going
great, well at least I thought it was. I worked eight hours a day and then went
home and did…nothing. That’s right,
nothing. Nada. Zip. Then I thought to myself, “Is this what I worked so hard
for? Spent years in college to earn a degree, land that “perfect” job, and then
work to just pay bills?” Well, hell. Life to me is boring. I need more. I need
to feel involved somehow. I need to express myself, get my hands dirty, do
anything else and NOT just sit around and rot.
My husband and I were going through a personal, difficult time in our lives. I was told by him and many
others, if I try not to think and stress about
the issue, it will eventually happen for us. So I started up my desk-top,
searched old manuscripts, and read through them. I hated each one. Then the
idea for Marcus and Mia’s story sank in and I couldn’t stop writing.
In the middle of writing I had no idea this indie community existed
with self-publishing authors, bloggers and supporting readers. When it came to
my attention I researched my butt off to collect as much information as
possible. I began following blogger after blogger.
Then I contacted two self-published authors and asked for advice as to
where I could find an editor or proofreader and even a cover designer. After
the information they so kindly provided, I was well on my way to something I
didn’t know would have take off as well as it did.
I began a fan Facebook page, twitter account, and a GoodReads
site. With my loyal 30 followers on Facebook (all family and friends) I watched
as my likes slowly began to go higher. By the time Disastrous was released I
was at a whopping 200 likes! WHOO HOO! To most, 200 likes is nothing, to me?
200 likes was HUGE!
Then the ratings began pouring in. Watching my book being torn
apart and bashed all over the internet was depressing and very discouraging. At
times I felt like giving up. Maybe I wasn’t meant for this life. I ugly cried
myself to sleep. Yep, it wasn’t pretty whatsoever.
Though something else was happening; people, who I didn’t know, were
reading my work, messaging me, and writing beautiful reviews! I was even being
quoted. QUOTED! I cried. Happy tears this time. I jumped up and down, showed my
husband the screen and yelled “Oh my God, look! I’m being quoted!” He had no
idea what that meant to me, but to see me light up the way I did made him happy
for me. I felt overjoyed and humbled that my characters and writing were being shared
and loved by so many.
And you would think that it all came down to just writing. Right?
Wrong. There is so much more to the writing community than just that. All I
wanted to do was just, write. But the deeper you sink into
the writing world, the more you the truth. As much as there are many wonderful
supporting fellow authors, readers, and bloggers, there is still that one
group. The backstabbers, the ones that try to break you
down, beat you up and leave you for dead. The group that makes you second guess
your every move. Yes, in every profession there’s no getting away from them.
Networking and marketing began taking over my life. I was more
wrapped up in what the writing community was doing than actually writing. I was
brought into drama that I did not want to be a part of, but there was no turning
away from it. Until one day I cracked. I began losing the sense of the reason
why I began it all. Yes, I’ve made many friends. Yes, I’ve met many wonderful
people. And yes, there was that part inside of me that wanted more.
BUT, the moment I stopped worrying about how successful others were, about the drama, and stopped
listening to all of the rants and began focusing on me and what truly mattered the most (writing), it felt like a huge
weight was lifted off my shoulders. My mind became clearer and my writing
improved.
This profession isn’t always certain, but I’m always learning. I
will continue to grow and learn. The beauty in writing is that you can express
how you feel in whatever way you like as
much as you like. Who cares what others think? Don’t go in to write what you
think will sell, what you think will be the next best hit. Just write what
story lies in your head, and pour out your heart and soul
into it. That to me is far greater than anything else.
I hope I was able to express a bit of my experience in a way that
will help you in the future. Whether, it is writing, blogging, or simply
following a dream. Don’t give up, don’t allow yourself to fall into the wrong
crowd. Just simply keep pushing for your original plan. No matter how long it
takes, just be patient, eventually you’ll succeed.
And there you have it. Words from someone who knows what's what. Thank you E.L. for taking the time to write a little something for my blog. I really appreciated it. So this wraps up my bloggerversary week. I hope everyone gets a chance to enter all of the giveaways I'm throwing. To enter my main giveaway for 3 different prize packs! ♥ click here!
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4 comments:
no I did not, I am a reader
I am a reader
I've always really loved writing but I never thought, "Hey, I think I'll do this for a living". Now I dream of it every day!
No, not really I'm more of a reader. :)
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