Why #IndiePrideDay Was (And Is) So Important

There’s no question about it – Indie Pride Day was a major success, way beyond what I expected. TONS of indie authors participated and, as usual, everyone was extremely kind and ready to cross-promote. I can’t tell you how happy I am to be able to call that sort of behavior “the usual” in any group of people.

In case you weren’t there, the idea was to take a picture of yourself with your book and post it on Twitter and Facebook so that we could all take pride in our work and the fact that we chose to independently publish, and also to put indies on the “trending” map on social media. This further enables those participating to spread the word about their own and fellow indie authors’ works in a way that isn’t advertising. I thought this was a brilliant idea. It was the second annual event, and I’m already looking forward to next year’s!#indieprideday

One of the things I thought was so nice was that I could participate without having published my book yet. Anatomy of a Darkened Heart (AoDH) comes out in October 2015, yet Mark Shaw (creator of the #IndieBooksBeSeen movement) went out of his way to tell me I could still post my picture with the name of my book, just so I could participate along with everyone else. In what other community besides the indie author community can you find people who make exceptions to the rules for you and go out of their way to gather participants when they’ve already got loads? Between the Get Down With The Awethors Facebook group and the IBBS peeps, I’m convinced indie authors are the most dedicated and friendly community around.

Indie Pride Day was not just important in terms of showing the world that indie authors aren’t stuck with self-publishing – we choose it willingly. It was important because our community was strengthened by a snowball effect with a hashtag that gathered writers and readers together. Don’t think that sounds like such a big deal? Many times author events end up gathering fellow authors, which is wonderful, but it’s tough to get readers involved. This event brought people who’d never heard of the group or the event itself into the mix, something that’s hard to accomplish. For that alone, I congratulate every single person who helped put the event together and every single person who participated, even just by retweeting one other person’s tweet. I was thrilled to see random people joining in and tweeting that the event sounded cool and that they were behind it, never mind how awesome it was when readers named their favorite indie authors and the new ones they’d now try. I got the chance to discover india authors I’d never heard of and follow them on Twitter and Facebook as well as promoting their books. It was fantastic to expand my network exponentially in just one day.

Let’s not consider this a one-day thing. Let’s consider this a clear and welcome sign that there are more of us out there than we could ever have dreamed – and we’re all waiting to support each other. We are really just one giant community, and there is room for every single author out there. Welcome. Please bring your friends.

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Twitter Short Story Shenanigans

The other day I had a Twitter convo with a couple of lovely writer tweeps, @Darlow_Life and @GarethBoucher, and we ended up collaborating on a very silly mini story that was SO much fun to play around with. It all came from @Darlow_Life’s idea of mixing my upcoming Victorian-era novel, Anatomy of a Darkened Heart, with @GarethBoucher’s grim, wet world of chavs. What was the result? Victorian chavs! Without further ado, here it is. (P.S. Line breaks indicate separate tweets.)

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“You lookin 4 a sticky wicket may8!!??”

…he said in his top hat and bow tie, mustache curled at the ends.

His adversary, an old, decrepit creature of similar garb looked to somewhere of no interest on the ground…

…before flinging his cane out and tripping the younger fool…

who crashed to the ground in a symphony of curses not heard in the more respectable parts of London…

“I’ve never met such an ill mannered time traveler before, even your lame attempts of tongue are foul…”

“Not as foul as the deeds that will slurry your soul, old man…”

“Just wait until the corruption that comes with age straightens out your mustache, young man.”

As the two argued into a cold, unpleasantly wet London evening, the young man began to weep.

The gesture did not come easily, but come it did, and a gloved hand was offered to the prone young man…

and upon taking the young man’s hand, they were transported in an instant to…

a small kabab takeaway shop in Hull around the year 2178.

“Meatless lamb-strich?! What is this madness!” exclaimed the old man.

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Hope you enjoyed the silliness! Happy Friday!

Valentine’s Day Haikus

There are only 4 days left until Valentine’s Day, a holiday when poems, music, and other forms of art are shared between couples as an extra special way to say “I love you”. To celebrate this Valentine’s Day, I’ll be posting at least one romance-based haiku per day on Twitter. Here are my first two Valentine’s Day haikus:

Your lips against mine
Tell me everything we are
And all we will be.

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You are beautiful
In ways I never dreamed; I
am the lucky one.

Follow me to read the rest of my Valentine’s haikus!