I was going it alone. Me against the world…including the
millions of other authors who too had decided to take the indie path. I was my
own boss, the captain of my ship, mistress of my own fate (ran out of clichés
but you get the point). It also didn’t help that so many traditional publishing
professionals wrote warning after warning about going it alone, praising the
safety of a publishing house.
But once I decided to take the plunge, I found something
surprising. I wasn’t alone. I found that I was surrounded by support in people
who believed in my writing and believed in me. The only difference was none of
the people worked in publishing houses.
It took me a while to realize that the answer to my loneliness
was right in front of my face. I took a minute to see something I recently told
my daughter about her schoolwork: It’s not always about knowing the answer. Sometimes
you only need to know how to find the
answer.
I found the answer to my loneness in the community around
me. I had my husband, who is my biggest supporter/cheerleader/task master/accountability
partner. I had my two friends, who are avid readers and loved me enough to tell
me when my writing sucked. And how can I forget my readers, who loved my novel
and didn’t mind calling, texting and squealing to tell me so.
I even found support in other writers. It’s true at first
that I felt like I was in competition with other authors. In a sense I am, but
in another sense, indie authors are my companions, walking out this indie life
with me.
Indie authors are not alone. We just have to recognize the
support we have around us.