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In one day, I saw three negative opinions about indie “authors”. (I use quotes here as these opinions implied indies are not actually authors.) One was a blog post and the other two were strings of tweets on Twitter.
They were of the mind that all writers who self publish completely, utterly, and in all other ways suck. They gave “proof”. (I use quotes here as my opinion implies that what they offered was not actually proof.)
Their “proof” (there are those pesky, sarcastic quotes again) is as follows…in a nutty, nutty nutshell:
- If indie authors could write a decent book, they would be picked up by a traditional publisher. Period. Full stop. End of story.
- “Real” authors (who are traditionally published) think indie authors suck, too. So there!
- Indie authors are mucking up the world! Pigs are flying! Hell is freezing over!
- Indie authors are so bad…
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Mila Ali’s fiance Warren is killed in a corporate plane crash. Grief wraps around her heart and soul – cushioning her to the outside world and the reality that is now her life. Warren had been many things to her: friend, lover, and even a part-time savior. After spending too many years working too many hours for a large corporation, Mila was able to let go and love Warren, even at the expense of losing her traditional Somalian father’s favor.







