Being a writer is one of the best jobs in the world. It’s my dream career, and I can’t imagine doing anything else. But there are pros and cons to being your own boss in the Indie-writing world, all which can make or break ya.
Here’s my Top 20 list of Pros and Cons of Being Your Own Boss. Enjoy it with coffee, if you’d like. Or vodka. I won’t judge.
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You’ll earn some good Karma.
I’ve been saying for months that I need to clean up the print version of Dying to Forget and reformat it, update the cover to match the newer ebook, etc… well I finally started working on this a few weeks ago. Look what’s almost ready!!
As soon as I proof the print copy, you’ll be able to grab yourself one! Dying to Remember and Dying to Return will also be available soon! YAY!
“You miss them, don’t you?”
We’ve walked half-way to the fountain, our refuge, when I realize I’ve been ignoring Kerry-Anne since we left the Ones department lobby.
“Miss who?” I blink.
She points at my arm, where my right hand is fingering the bracelet wrapped around my left wrist. I snatch it away and straighten my shoulders. I have too much to do to be losing myself in idle thoughts.
“No,” I lie, but when Kerry-Anne scrunches her face into a knowing glare, I shrug my shoulders in submission. “Okay, fine. Yeah, a little.”
“Have you talked to them or seen…him?” We’ve reached the fountain rim, and Kerry-Anne plops herself down, taking care to spread out the skirt of her sunny dress.
“Why not?” Her lips peel back in a smile, showing the straight lines of her teeth.
I sigh, taking a seat beside her. “It’s complicated.”
“Everything’s complicated if you make it that way.”
“That should be on a bumper sticker,” I tease.
“Probably already is,” she smirks.
“When did you get so smart?”
She smiles. “Will is out on assignment. I miss him, too. But it’s not the same for you. Will and I see each other in between almost every assignment. Rush isn’t actually here. I mean, you never see him.”
I shake my head in disagreement while dipping my index finger into the fountain water. “He’s around, in a way.”
The words Rush spoke to me just before he last left the Station replay over and over in my head, and again, I reach across my lap to touch the delicate strands wrapped around my wrist with a wet hand.
We are bound together through this. Like family. If you want me to return, simply will it to be.
— Dying to Know, Coming Soon