The Hardest Post… As goes the publishing world, so goes the blog.

After six years, I’m done. The publishing world has changed, we all know it. So has the world of blogging.

Once upon a time, as recently as 2-3 years ago, a blog was crucial for outreach, for getting to know readers and other authors. Blogging meant putting oneself out there. No more.

Readers find books and authors via other algorithms. Via Amazon and Goodreads and who knows where. There is far less interest in the individual thoughts of individual authors like me.

I’ve loved this blog. It is precious to me. I’ve loved interacting with my readers and my friends. I will miss writing posts and reading your comments. But it’s time to make a change. And change is good. I’ll have more time to write regular old books.

Regular old books… Therein lies the reason I began this blog– to get my books read. Well, you’re reading them. And I thank you.

This blog will become a website. I’ll keep my blog posts archived. You can read them anytime! I plan to include a number of features and I’ll post updates whenever I release a new book.

So ends an era. It’s been fun. You all keep in touch because I would be lost without you. Love, Julia

My self-publishing journey

can be summed up with one simple rhetorical question:

What the ‘eff‘ else was I supposed to do?


If you wanna read me that is.

Now hold on just a sec… Ask me the obvious question.

Did you do your homework?

1.  Yes.  I spent four years subbing to the appropriate lit agents and publishers and followed all guidelines to the letter.

2.  I spent three years entering, and winning/placing, contests.

3.  I spent a year making pitches.

4.  I spent four years attending conferences.

5.  I joined the right organizations for genre writers like me.

I suppose I could say the time was wasted.  As Captain Hiller (Will Smith) says in Independence Day, “I coulda been at a barbecue!” But I won’t say that.  Learning is never a waste of time.  Possibly the money was wasted.

Albert Einstein on the definition of insanity~  Doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Guess I’m cured of that particular insanity.  Life is plenty good as a self-pubber.

In the meantime I’m making cases and cases of lemon curd.  I’ve only juiced one bushel of lemons and one bushel of sour oranges.  I thought I had five bushels altogether.  Realized I have seven.

Holy smokes!

I feel like Diane Keaton in Babyboom making applesauce!  With the change in California’s cottage industry/food service laws, I can actually sell the lemon curd.  Which is a good thing because with all this curd-making my writing time is suffering!