I’m a Hack
Today’s brew: back to peppermint mocha! And it’s sugar free!
A writer friend close to me slipped and used the term “self-published hack” in front of me. I can’t get it out of my mind.
I won’t lie. It pissed me off.
Of course, you’re thinking Kristen, that doesn’t mean YOU.
Then who does it mean? I don’t know one self-published writer who has cackled as they hit publish on a deliberate steaming word pile of dog poo, thinking to themselves they’ve snowed us all with this one, because their next step after forcing us to buy their horrible ebook is world domination.
No. Self-published authors are still authors. They put their soul and spirit on the paper and then make it the best version of their story they can. They pay out of pocket for editing, formatting, cover design, and promotion. They are one man bands, micro publishers doing it all.
Because my book wasn’t published by a major corporation, does that make me less of an author? I don’t work for MAC, so does that mean I don’t know how to do makeup? Is a mechanic a hack because he has his own garage and doesn’t work for Midas or even better, the Walmart Auto Center?
Owning your own business is the American dream. You are the boss, you make the rules. So why is it celebrated in other professions, even considered a step up, but still looked down upon in publishing?