Mar. 25th, 2011

amergina: (thpppp)
...I sailed away to China, on a little row boat to find 'ya, and you said you had to get your laundry clean...

No wait, that wasn't it. This was it:

I dreamt I was a Disney World with a bunch of folks from SHU, and we were on this train ride that had an ice cream place like Cold Stone Creamery. I ordered this fantastic double chocolate brownie ice cream in a cone, and then watched the whole ride while other people got their ice cream, but I never got mine. At the end of the trip, the guy serving sheepishly told me that he had eaten the last of that ice cream after I ordered. Ooops. I demanded my money back, then stormed out.

Then I sat down on a bench and bawled my eyes out. I mean, soul wrenching sobs. Hard enough that there were tears on the lenses of my glasses.

A group of geeky cheerleaders came past (as in, they were geeks, but also cheerleaders) and coaxed the story from me, even after I told them a bunch of times that it was so dumb and I was overreacting. And they just listened. In the end, I told them I felt better, and they were glad, and said goodbye and wandered off.

Then I heard my family whistling for me* and I found them and got in line for a ride.

And I woke up.

The strangest thing is that I had been all angst-filled and stressed before I went to bed, but when I woke up, it was like a great weight had been lifted off me, like I'd had a catharsis, as if I had--well--bawled my eyes out.

I'll take a dream crying jag. I don't really like the real ones.

*My family has this whistle we used to use to call the cats that became the defacto method of finding each other in a crowd.
amergina: (reading)
So, Amanda Hocking, who became a millionaire selling 99-cent novels for the Kindle, inked a two million dollar deal with St. Martin’s Press. It's a self-publishing rags-to-riches story!

How did she do it?

She worked really damn hard at it. And wrote entertaining books. She spent years writing and rewriting. She marketed. She put out a book a month with reasonable production values. Made trailers. Marketed. Worked and worked some more. And then some more.

If you want to have easy success like Amanda Hocking, you pretty much have to work your fingers to the bone, spend years writing building your craft, put out nine books (with decent production values), and spend a lot of time marketing them.

Success is "easy" when you work really fucking hard to succeed.

There are no short cuts. There are paths that *look* like shortcuts but really aren't.

You want to be another Amanda Hocking? You're going to have to do all of what she did. And that ain't easy at all.


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