I’m a firm believer in a lot of harsh truths. For example, I believe that you need to get some mean readers to take a stab at your work and tear you apart in order to grow as a writer; and if you can’t handle that, then you shouldn’t be writing.
I also believe that a lot of the first-time novelists I follow on social media need to tone it the fuck down.
I like this saying: dress for the job you want, not the job you have. I’ve said this many times in the past. If you want to be treated like a real author, you have to act like one.
It may sound like I’m making conflicting points, but that’s not the case. I follow a lot of indie authors on Twitter, and it’s apparent most of them think their books are tomes containing the word of God, flowing from his holy aura, through their nimble fingers, and onto the pages of their novels.
I’m not telling you not to be prideful in your work. I’m only telling you that there’s a good chance you may suck. Some of those aforementioned writers are in for a bitter surprise when their debut novels are released and the bad reviews start pouring in. I know a few well enough to believe they’re going to have nervous breakdown at their first less-than-stellar review.
So what can you take away from my short, misplaced rant? Just be mindful that it might not happen. You think you’re great, but you might not be. The market is over-saturated with writers better than you, and it’s also infested with writers worse than you, giving indie writers a terrible reputation with their unedited bullshit.
But keep writing. Hone your skills. Use the negativity to make your next piece of work better than the last. Ignore the jealousy from those who can’t do it as well as you. For debut novelists, a little humility goes a long way, and too much conceit is usually noticed by potential readers.
What else is there to say?