I Have a Confession to Make

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I don’t read that many indie authors.

Gosh, just typing that out makes me feel like a bad person. Here I am, trying to make it in the indie author business, and I don’t read many books in said business. Seems downright counter-intuitive, right? Let me try to explain

I am extremely picky.

If you ever see me in a bookstore, you’ll probably notice me ruminating over a book for at least five minutes, if not more. I have entered the fantasy/sci-fi section of a bookstore with every intention in the world of buying a book, spend an hour browsing the shelves, and then walk out with nothing. I’m not even making this up. If you ever meet my husband, ask him. He’ll vouch for me.

Therefore, if I am that bad in a brick-and-mortar store, imagine how bad I am online! The reason why is that, unless it’s a premise that really catches my imagination, I am unlikely to read a new author. I have started so many bad books, or books that started okay but went south about halfway through, that I am reluctant to spend money on something I’ll end up chucking into the nearest bin (electronic or otherwise).

I am a slacker.

Stephen King, in his famous memoir On Writing, said (and I’m paraphrasing here) that in order to be a great writer, you need to read. Read everything. Don’t stick to one genre. If it’s a book and it ain’t nailed down, then read it! And that sounds great and I agree with that one hundred percent. However, in practice? Yeah, not so much.

I don’t read as much as I used to. In high school, I could read for hours. I could guess how long it would take me to read a book based on the page number. That is, if the book had under 250 pages, then I could read it in the space of an afternoon. Over 250 or 300, then the first digit amounted to the number of days (give or take) required for me to read it. If you had handed me Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire while I was a junior in high school, I could have had that bad boy read in about a week, probably less if I got really excited.

Then college happened. I didn’t have so much time, then. I was introduced to the wonders of the Internet. Crap happened. Now, the same books that would have taken me days to read now take weeks, unless I get really excited about the plot.

I still love to read. I still consider myself a reader. But I’ve also become a procrastinator who loves the authors she’s comfortable with. And I really am ashamed about that, because I know great books out there are being written. And these great books are being snubbed by publishers because the market isn’t suited for the idea (yet). These great books are going on Smashwords and Amazon’s KDP. They are waiting to be read and exclaimed over.

But I am going to change!

For 2015, I’ve made the resolution to read at least ten indie authors. I’ve gotten one down: DOUBLE LIFE by S. Usher Evans. And it was good, too! Now, just nine more to do.

How about you guys? Do you read indie authors? And, if not, would you be willing to change your mind?

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