"Unpublished? You Don't Actually Suck." That was the title of a Huff Post Books piece earlier this week, in which the writer detailed her feelings about trying to convince herself that her work really did not suck. She also introduced Writer's Bloq, one of many new ways in which indie authors support each other. I commend her and all those who help their fellow authors. I was inspired to write a comment on Huff Post Books about the piece, and I've repeated it here:
I know I don't suck. Just ask those who now have the tens of thousands of copies of my books. But the realization that maybe there was some merit in my (so far) seven YA novels, and that people might actually want to read what I'd written? Well, let's just say that realization was a long time coming.
The problem is that I don't write what apparently 'sells.' I don't write fantasy, or dystopia, or about vampires. I write solid family and adventure reality-based fiction for Young Adults. I write what I want to write, and I've had to find my niche market.