"The only thing in this world that gives orders is balls" -Tony Montana
Updated: Sep 5, 2018
It's April. The weather is turning, my body is no longer in constant agony. I can eat, drink, exercise, make love again. I feel grateful again. If I wasn't at home, could I write all my stories? If my husband wasn't great, would I have the freedom to pursue this without contraint? I feel like my old self. Hating oneself is a burden no one should carry. It sucks.
So what is it going to take to self-publish? A lot of ganas (will) and balls. I previously researched the subject, but now I would have to become an expert, and start this whole author platform thing with a quickness. My paltry numbers on social media remind me constantly of what a non-entity I am. I know you can buy followers, but THAT'S CHEATING in my mind. I would start with what I have. For all my wrongs and mistakes (lots of those), I think I have lived an interesting life.
I'd start with my travel pics, my day to day. I'll have to make friends beyond my little circle and the school gate. Social media is hard graft, but necessary. I'd also need a great editor, a boss book cover, a website, which is where I am now.
So we are all caught up! It's been just over a year since this whole process began. I don't know what will happen next. I'm just a woman doing the best I can, with who I am and what I have to offer.
Between feeds, calming tantrums, kissing boo boos, wiping butts, school run, grocery run and laundry is where my dreams lie.
So whatever YOU ARE DOING AT WHATEVER AGE, fuck the haters, naysayers, cynics, snobs (you know I hate snobbery), and judgemental mean people.
I hope you enjoy my stories and thank you for taking time to read this. XOXO - V