People expect a good product for their money. We as authors expect to be compensated, we should be doing our best to make every cent spent on our work worth it. When we skimp and skip steps and put out unpolished work, it makes all of us look bad. It makes people hesitate to purchase an indie title over others, because they assume poor quality. They assume it goes straight from draft to publish, riddled with typos and excess prose. So many of us have amazing stories to tell. Why wouldn't we put the money and effort into putting it out there in the best way possible?
With some totes scientific Twitter and Instagram polling, I was able to get a feeling of the climate of authors' expectations and opinions on paying beta readers. I've seen everything from "They're not professionals and deserve nothing," to "I always pay them x-amount," and everything in between. It seems there is no actual standard. Why is that?
Lucipurr, sleeping off his fight with a Magic Eraser. While Luci slept off the aftermath of his epic battle with a now-annihilated Magic Eraser, I decided to update my Patreon with new perks. Among them, the chance to be a character in an upcoming story! Check it out and consider becoming my patron!
Cover design by Claire Faas. Series Description: The Natives of Xandarian Moon No. VI have been occupied and their home used as a military outpost by the Central Imperium Fleet for so long they cannot remember much before it. Even the eldest of their people struggles to remember life in the before. A catastrophic event... Continue Reading →
I tried to tell myself that I didn't need the degree to be satisfied, but now that I'm almost there, I know that was a pretty lie I was telling myself.
In case you can't tell by now, I'm being fairly liberal with my definitions of prompt words. But it's my blog and I'll do what I want!
Dana emerged from the reedy woods, shoes soaked, jeans muddy, and all that remained of James on her hands. Her heart still beat, and the air chilled her skin, but it felt like she'd never noticed them before. She would have thought she'd feel something. Anything. After what she'd seen, after what she did, all she felt was calm indifference. Because it didn't matter. James. Nika. All the people who never paid her any mind before. Why would she care? She wasn't one of them.
You might ask—is contemporary rural fantasy otherwise pretty much like urban fantasy? Sometimes. To me, though, rural, whether non-metro small town or countryside implies both distance and intimacy. People aren’t geographically close and neither are most resources. There’s no quick trip to the grocery or hardware store, the all-volunteer firefighters are miles away and the... Continue Reading →