Struggling to balance writing, work, and the relentless demands of social media? Same. As an indie author, I’m spiraling over my book while screaming into the Instagram void, trying to reach the right readers without losing my mind. Why is marketing harder than writing the damn book? Read my full rant on why I refuse to be good for the algorithm—and what I’m doing instead.
aka – The Existential Despair of Nailing a Scene You Can’t Show Anyone Yet. You know that feeling? That soul-destroying, fist-pumping, maniacal laughter-inducing moment when you nail a scene? When you write something so perfect, so ridiculously funny, so YOU, that it makes your entire shriveled writer heart swell with chaotic glee? You’ve just written a scene where your brooding love interest says something so devastatingly good, so agonisingly perfect, that you want to print it out and...