An interesting thought about writers who have all the time in the world to write and those (like me) who do not.
Let’s talk about self-publishing. I’ve done it twice, and each time, I’ve learned a lot. It definitely isn’t something you’ll get completely right your first time out of the box. Self-publishing is a constant learning process, and it’s certainly not all roses and puppies. I’m here to share with you some of the most difficult parts of self-publishing. But don’t worry; it gets better ;)
The way you’ve always done things is sort of innate at this point. There are certain ways you do things–like the direction you cross your arms or what hand you write with–that are preferences you developed at a young age. Most people go their whole lives without thinking about it or trying to change it. After all, if it’s not broke, don’t fix it, right? Well, sometimes it needs to be broken.
It’s that time of year again. No, not a holiday or summer, though it most definitely is summer here, but the time when I realize how old I am and how much older I’m going to be in a few days. Yes, my birthday is coming up, which means another year gone. Unfortunately, I haven’t done much of what I wanted to do since last year. I didn’t edit a novel or make anything publish-worthy. Instead, I sort of floundered around. The one thing I did accomplish this year was to get my first ~real~ job which could potentially set me on a career path for life if I let it.
I decided to do a ~semi challenge to post the last ten photos taken on my phone! I did skip over one because it had personal information on it, though. So here are my photos. As you can see, I take a lot of pictures of the same things…
The end of this month, May 2015, marks my ten year anniversary of graduating high school! Ten years. That’s a long time and yet it still feels like just yesterday. How did I get so old? Where exactly did all that time go? This post isn’t about high school because, oh god, how much do I not want to relive high school? A lot. Instead, this post is about the last ten years of my life and what I have accomplished. A reverse bucket list, if you will.
The other day, I saw a quote about my generation (Gen Y, aka Millenials) being the Nostalgia Generation. For years now, I’ve seen article after article about how lazy Millenials are, how they expect things on a silver platter, how they’re obsessed with the 90s (that last one isn’t an exaggeration, I’ll give you that). Everyone older seems to view Millenials as ruining the “good old days” they grew up with. The quote on the Nostalgia Generation was referring to the fact that we romanticize our childhoods to a point that most generations have not, and why is that?