Why Go Indie? by Ken Lindsey
I like being in control.
That isn't the only reason, but it is certainly the reason that pushed
me to self publish rather than go the traditional route. I love the fact that I get to choose my own
cover art, title, launch dates, etc...
I searched the web and read a thousand articles and blogs
before I made my decision. It wasn't
easy, but once I chose, I was happy with my choice. Other than half a dozen hasty query letters I
sent out the very second I finished my first draft, (before I had read anything
about the publishing world) I haven't done anything to reach a publisher. I have no problems with traditional
publishing and I may go that route with some of my novels in the next few
years, but for now I love being indie.
Another reason for me to self publish is the challenge. I love to be challenged. Not only do I have to write the words, I also
have to make sure the book is edited and formatted and worth reading. Cover art, marketing, how much to charge...
it's all up to me to decide how it gets done.
That's why I'm doing this blog tour!
I'm still learning and testing the waters in order to find the best ways
to reach readers.
There are bumps in the road, for sure. Being self published means there is no
advance, no editor, and in my case, no agent to help get your work out
there. If an indie wants their book in
stores, they have to find the stores that are willing and jump through the
hoops to get their titles there.
Those are all just pieces of the self publishing package, though. We are living in a future where an author can
write their book, the way they want it written, and publish it in whatever
formats they choose. The ebook has
shaken up the publishing world, and I wanted to get in on the chaos before it
was too late.
Plus, it's fun.
Thanks for reading,
buh bye then,
Ken Lindsey
Twitter: @KenLindsey1981
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Excerpts
It was an
odd collection, Bixby thought, looking at the remains of the human bodies that
lay on the ground near his tree. There were four in all, each a bit older than
the last. Each was giving up the remnants of life more quickly than its
neighbor. The air stunk with the scent of them, and it was hard indeed to stop
the other predators from inviting themselves to a feast.
While he
looked on, Bixby understood why most faerie thought so little of the humans. It
disappointed him to see how their fragile bodies broke under the attack of his
magic. Before he took the first, Bixby readied himself for a fight, expecting
the humans to be aggressive and powerful.
However,
the man had no fight in him. Once the faerie took the hunter’s vision, he fell
to his knees in fear, crying out for help. When Bixby came close enough to
touch, the man wrapped his arms around Bixby’s legs and begged for mercy.
The faerie
had been so frustrated that instead of choking the life out of the man, as he
had intended when he wrapped his long white fingers around the human’s fleshy
throat, he broke his neck and tore most of the flesh on one side.
Bixby
grimaced, remembering the awful noise the man’s bones made that day. Not awful
for the sound, but for the ease of it. Awful because Bixby expected more from
them. He expected these humans' bodies, thick and assuming as they were, to be
strong. It disgusted him to see how they just rotted away, not turning to ash,
or stone, or water… just rotting. And stinking.
And that’s
just what they did. The bodies were far too large for him to consume on his
own, though every time he tried, a rush of memories and life hit him as nothing
ever had. For days after collecting each body, Bixby gained unimaginable energy
and the memories of a short life, filled to the brim with activities and
emotions. The humans were physically weak, but mentally strong, and passion
drove every aspect of their lives.
They were weak, though. Not only did they die when their fragile
bodies gave up to time, they were also susceptible to illness and disease
carried by the air, or even carried by another human.
Bixby hadn’t given up
hope, though. He used those corpses to learn what he could about the humans,
and then it was on to the city. He needed to go to the magicians. Yes, the
magicians were the key. He needed the human magic to convince the others, not
their bodies.
However, it was a carnivorous thing, the smell of those
corpses. The acrid scent and copper taste of the blood clung to
his senses. Bixby smiled and started to climb the tree by which the bodies sat.
Sunrise was here, and it was time for the city wake up.
Anticipation built for days while she planned
her excursion from the woods. The Nedari warned incessantly against
fraternizing with the humans, fickle and self-absorbed as they were. And while
the other young ones were all too able to put aside their curiosity, hers was
of a far more insatiable type.
The
morning sun covered her like a blanket once she stepped out from beneath the
protection of the trees. A gentle breeze tickled her bare skin, sending chills
throughout her body and making her excitement palpable.
With
wonder, she stared out at the home these nomads had created for themselves. For
countless days she watched them build their tiny houses, and fight to grow the
crops that kept them alive. Day after day they toiled in the sun, their sweat
and blood staining the earth, marking it for their own. The humans were
beautiful in their own way, and more intriguing to her than anything else had
ever been. She would not be put off again... She would not let the prejudice of
others keep her from finding out all that she wanted to know.
With a
deep breath, she took one last look into the woods that had always been her
home. Though she knew they were full of life, they felt empty to her on that day. She
took her first steps away from them.------
The scent of
the cool morning air made her realize that she was awakening; the unwelcome
smell of disturbed earth and trouble. She could feel the morning’s dew flecked
along the still shadowed parts of her body. The evening’s chill had not yet
worn off. So long she had slumbered, while her kingdom remained silent and
safe. Why was she to be awakened now?
“Mother.”------
Only months
after she had been found wandering, naked and looking on the brink of
starvation, she was part of the human community. She found a home with an old
farming couple, who had provided her with clothing and food. They praised her
arrival since they could have no children of their own.
She enjoyed
being near the humans, for they celebrated so many things, though they were
always surrounded by sickness and death. Not long after welcoming her into
their home, the couple found that their crops grew faster and fatter than those
of their neighbors. They soon flourished and found themselves wealthy.
Men of all
ages came to her door, asking for the chance to woo her, bringing gifts of
trinkets and cattle to her benefactors. Afraid of being found out, she shied
from most of them, until one evening a unique young farmer turned up.
Like most of
the others, he was dressed in his best clothes, and wearing a hopeful smile.
Unlike the others, however, he brought no gifts for the old couple, only a
small blue flower for her. She agreed to go with him, and they walked, hand in
hand, until the sun was set.
Within a
week, the young farmer proposed marriage, and she accepted. She didn't
understand what he meant when he spoke of love, but she enjoyed his touch and
the kisses he said were only for her.------
Without yet
seeing, she began to move, to release herself from within the old tree that had
held her for so long. She had hoped to never waken, but to become part of the
tree’s soul, like her ancestors before her. She had hoped the silence would
linger in her woods long enough for a new Dori to be crowned. Long enough for
her to be forgotten.
Her body was
reformed within the old tree, and the Dori began to notice her senses coming
back to her. She could feel the tingling warmth of her flesh, sown and seared
over her consciousness. It was pain and ecstasy, hot and cold all at once as
her body was bound to her, readying her to be born again into an unwilling
existence.
Suddenly,
the world around began chattering and wheezing. Again, her physical ears began
to hear. Birds sang and nestled on the branches that would no longer be hers.
Rodents and insects scurried along the earth below her and the wind moved
throughout her woods, brushing the leaves and branches that she could now hear
but no longer feel.
She was
overcome with sadness, realizing the process was nearly finished. A process she
had gone through thousands of times before, but hoped to never experience
again.------
Soon after
their wedding, the young couple conceived a child. He was born in the spring,
and his father named him Barnabus; which he said was a family name.
From the day
the child was born, she found herself lost in a new type of Magic, finally
understanding what her husband meant when he said he loved her. They raised the
boy together, on the shared land they had received from his parents and the old
farming couple that had taken her in.
For a time
they flourished, happy as any family had ever been, until the boy showed
himself to be... unusual.------
Soon the
stinging cool of the morning air covered her feet and she was slowly birthed
from the tree. Within seconds she felt both breeze and sunlight washing over
her as her toes moved about in the earth. Red light played at the edge of her
vision, and she tried desperately to stretch back into the ground beneath her,
unwilling to yet open her eyes.
“Mother.”
Yes, they
had called her. It hadn’t been imagination that woke her. She stretched her
arms and stood high on her toes, feeling the muscles throughout this body tense
and pulse beneath her soft, pale skin. The light danced around her, reflecting
from her beautiful hair and eyes, playing along the curves and shallows of her
perfect body, which could never be ravaged by time or illness.
“Mother.”------
With her
hands and feet bound, she was forced to watch her husband be hung from the
gallows. For the first time since she left the woods, she remembered the
Nedari's warnings against the humans. Men, women, and children looked on with a
sickening curiosity as the rope pulled tight around his neck... Many cheered at
the sound of his frail, human spine giving way.
She was
dragged to the edge of the woods by a man on a horse, her flesh was torn
against the earth, but that pain was nothing compared to the pain she felt,
knowing that her son rode along beside her.
“They let
you live because I asked them to,” he said as they cut her bindings. “Goodbye,
Mother.”------
“Mother.”
She drew in
a deep breath, relishing the feeling of the cool air making its way into her
mouth and nose, along her throat, and finally into her lungs. Breathing was the
only thing these frail bodies could do that felt anything like being within her
tree.
“Mother.”
They knew.
She had returned to them after such a long absence and the collective knowledge
was spreading. Her body began to warm, she felt her heart pound beneath her
chest, forcing blood through the rest of her limbs and organs. She breathed
deeply again.
“Mother.”
“Mother.”
She opened
her eyes. Everything was yellow and red. White circles and jagged sparks popped
in and out of view as her eyes tried to adjust to the light they had so long
been without. She stood still, and slowly the light divided itself from the
shadow.
“Mother.”
Leaves
rustled all around her as her children similarly came out from their own
sleeping places. They were all waking from their own rest to see her, greet
her, and bathe in her very presence. Something had disturbed them, and
therefore disturbed her.
One by one
they came, kneeling at her feet, acknowledging her dominion over them. She was
Mother and she protected them. She would find what had disturbed her children,
made them frightened, and she would unleash her power.
“Mother.”
“Mother.”
She looked
down on them, kneeling, and allowed a smile to curve her lips. “Yes, my
children, I am here, your Dori has returned to you.”------
Author Bio
My name is Ken Lindsey, and I am now 30 years old.
I have been writing for as long as I can remember, and will continue to write until there are no white pages left for me. I write for myself, it's a release-a breath, and I write for my children. I want them to know that there are other worlds out there, worlds with real heroes, and worlds made up of whatever colors they can imagine. My Big Girl, my Princess, my Baby Girl, and my Baby Boy- they make my world so much bigger.
Recently I published the 2nd edition of my first novel, The River Runes, with a new cover and quite a few edits that I am very excited about.
I have also started working on my second, Clockwork Charlie. It's a new venture for me, and I'm stepping out of my comfort zone on this one.
In the times between, I write short stories, and even dabble in some poetry. If there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to ask.
I have been writing for as long as I can remember, and will continue to write until there are no white pages left for me. I write for myself, it's a release-a breath, and I write for my children. I want them to know that there are other worlds out there, worlds with real heroes, and worlds made up of whatever colors they can imagine. My Big Girl, my Princess, my Baby Girl, and my Baby Boy- they make my world so much bigger.
Recently I published the 2nd edition of my first novel, The River Runes, with a new cover and quite a few edits that I am very excited about.
I have also started working on my second, Clockwork Charlie. It's a new venture for me, and I'm stepping out of my comfort zone on this one.
In the times between, I write short stories, and even dabble in some poetry. If there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to ask.
Giveaway-One Lucky winner is going to receive an e-book copy of The River Runes. To enter, just fill in the Rafflecopter form below. This giveaway will end 7/5/12 and is open worldwide. The winner will be notified via email and will have 48 hours to reply. Thanks again to Ken Lindsey for offering this fantastic prize.
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