Purely out of sheer amusement, I decided to compile the Top 20 posts of the year here at jolly ol’ terribleminds. Now, to be clear, between my three sources of reporting (WP_Stats, Google Analytics, CyStats), I get pretty wildly different numbers as to hits and views and what-not, but overall they seem to agree that these are the most viewed over the course of the last 365 days.
On New Year’s Eve, our way into the new year was with a whole lot of clamor and clatter. My Dad would, as was his way, fire off weapons. A shotgun in specific. As many pulls of the trigger as the coming year demanded, I suppose. CHOOM CHOOM CHOOM.
Your Authorial Mission Statement — by which I mean, your hot fresh tasty goal as a writer in the New Year — is — wait for it — waaaaait for it — “You will put yourself in there, and out there.”
“What the hell does that mean?” you’re asking me. “And isn’t that two mission statements?” Just — shh. Shut up. Relax. Don’t nag me.
Depending on who you listen to, you’ll find that self-publishing is either: a) The best thing since blowjobs and lip balm, or b) The worst thing you could possibly do (next to thrusting your private parts in and out of a badger’s mouth). Self-publishing is neither the next coming of Book Jesus, nor is it a self-inflicted perdition.