A million to one unexpected things happened to me in 2016, but what I definitely didn’t expect was to still be single this February. I shouldn’t be surprised. I’m well into my late twenties and I’ve never been in love, so why did I think 2016 would be any different?
Rather ironically, as you can tell from the title, I love to write about romance. So here I am, conjuring up angsty love triangles, while being unable to experience one for myself. Even just last night I had a dream that I was Cinderella (plus the handsome Prince on a white horse). All I can say is, waking up was a pretty disheartening experience…
I’ve heard from many avenues hat contemporary romance novels are the way to go if you want to make it big and snag yourself a traditional publisher. While I believe this to be true, I’m thinking I should just write whatever the hell I like and self-publish instead.
I don’t care if I don’t make a penny, as long as I’m doing what I love, I’ll be happy. I’ve always been a strong advocate for the self-publishing industry, and I don’t think that will ever change. The question is, can I convince myself to do it?
I’ve heard from many sources way more experienced than me, that to be even moderately succesful at self-publishing, you really need to be pushing out 3-4 books a year. While I know I can manage this (I wrote one novel in 3 months), I’m not sure I could repeat that four times over in a year! Like, that’s just pure insanity. Especially now that I’m studying part-time and working full-time. There’s never enough time is there? I can see now why I’m single.
Oh and before I forget, here’s something for all the single valentine’s day champions out there.
It’s a video.
But it’s the best video.
In whole world.
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