19 YEARS AS AN AUTHOR
This time of year always seems to sneak up on me. I mean I remember the day my debut, BLACKOUT, was released like it was yesterday, but it's also been so long that I just forget it when it comes close. It's weird to me to be 19 years from that point. I can remember being desperate to be published, thinking that it would never happen, and while the circumstances surrounding it were far from ideal, that's what made me a published author. It's what allowed me to open doors and go on to release my second and third and so on. So I can't really regret it, if that makes sense.
This time 19 years ago, I was 23, I was sure of what I wanted in life, and I didn't think I would actually get there. I certainly didn't think I'd still be alive to have almost 22 books out in the world. That just didn't compute to me because I was exceptionally sick and there didn't seem to be any chance of things changing any time soon. While I'm still sick, I am also a lot more stable than I was. Life has carried on around me, and here I am at 42, with so many more books than even 23-year-old me could even think of writing!
Normally I talk about the changes in publishing, specifically indie publishing since back then. 2005 was a long time ago and things have come along in leaps and bounds. I have five audiobooks now with more on the way. I have another book being released in October (pre-order here) and I have written double what I have published. It just blows my mind to think about just how far I've come and just how much I did not see this coming.
See, back then I was in and out of the hospital like clockwork. I was struggling. I was trying to keep putting one foot, or wheel, in front of the other, and I really didn't think I would see 30, let alone 12 years more than that! I don't say this for sympathy or pity, I say it because it was my reality. Though anyone wanting to make me an inspiration for surviving all of that, please don't. It's not something I want to talk about in detail and I know it was down to help from doctors, from medical science catching up with things, and from a myriad of different things that I had no control over.
All I could do was keep writing, and that's what I did. From one admission to the next, from one scary thing to the next, I kept writing because that was my escape. It still is in a lot of ways. While I'm more established as an author now, it's taken a lot of time and work and energy to get there. I couldn't have done it without the advent of indie publishing as it is now. I don't think I would have ever really managed to do trad pub. No shade to those who do, because it's a completely valid path, I just don't think I would have the career I have, and the stories I have behind me if I'd gone trad.
That's the thing, I went into writing planning to write ten books. Five would be standalones, and five would be the whole of the DYING THOUGHTS series. I did that. I also wrote more standlones, and the series ended up being eight books. I kept writing. I kept finding new ideas, and I kept trying to move forward because I did not want to be a small time author. I wanted my books to make an impact. Some have, some haven't, some may not until the days when I am really gone, but every book I've released has been a story that had to be told.
Life is something that happens when you don't realise it. I didn't think I would even see five years as an author, let alone 19! I'm hoping that by the time the date rolls around next year, for my big 20, I have even more books, and even more stories ready to be told. I always told myself that I would write until something stopped me or I ran out of ideas. People have tried to stop me, but the ideas keep coming. I have so many more stories to tell, and I plan to tell them to the best of my ability.
Thanks for the past 19 years, your support means more than you can ever know!
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