This is a follow-up from Tuesday’s piece, The Bane of the Independent Writer, which was about indie authors ignoring the fact they aren’t edited and their self-published books aren’t properly formatted. I touched on covers a bit, and I missed some important points. Well, here they are.
Category Archives: Budgie’s Journal
I need new socks. My old ones have holes in them, and my big toe is in my shoe, unprotected. I need new boxer shorts too. Same issue with the socks but with a different body part.
“The more I get to know people who call themselves writers, the less I want to know.”
It’s that magical time of the week. No, not hump day, you commercial-repeating clown. It’s WIP Wednesday, where Budgie talks about his stuff on his blog.
Today is a weird day. It’s a Monday, as countless people on social media will tell you. That means a miserable start to a miserable new week for all the miserable people on this miserable floating marble.
Please, don’t let me bum you out here.
I don’t know what’s up with today. Maybe it’s having the holiday in the middle of the week. Maybe it’s because I woke up with a sore back. Maybe it’s because I somehow gained three pounds back on this diet. Maybe yesterday was too much of a shit show and today is shaping up to match it. Whatever the reason, today’s energy feels off, gross, and I can’t shake it.
That is the badly posed question…