indie-writing

Words raced thru his mind and his fingers ached to capture them all on paper.

Changing imagination into fiction is what I love to do.

My book sales are way down today. Also, I've received two scathing reviews. One of them calls me __ purveyor of insipid wet-dreams.

It's a difficult path that we tread, us Indie self-publishers, but we're not alone. How many bands practicing in their dad__ garage have heard of a group from the neighbourhood who got signed by a recording company? Or how many artists who love to paint, but are not really getting anywhere with it hear of someone they went to art school with being offered an exhibition in a gallery? How many chefs who love to get creative around food hear of someone else who__ just landed a job with Marco Pierre White? There__ no difference between us and them. There is, however, a huge difference in how everyone else perceives the writer. And there__ a huge difference between all of us _ the writers, the musicians, the composers, the chefs, the dance choreographers and to a certain extent the tradesmen - and the rest of society in that no one understands us. It__ a wretched dream to hope that our creativity gets recognised while our family thinks we__e wasting our time when the lawn needs mowing, the deck needs painting and the bedroom needs decorating. It__ acceptable to go into the garage to tinker about with a motorbike, but it__ a waste of a good Sunday afternoon if you go into the garage and practice your guitar, or sit in your study attempting to capture words that have been floating around your brain forever.

Indie publishing lets me feed my inner control freak.

The Revolution won't be televised. It's already available on Amazon in ebook format.

My spirit is free. My heart is taken.