Today, I want to discuss what "being indie" means to me.
Being indie means never having to say you’re sorry. Well, okay, that’s not exactly true (plus, it’s rather cold-hearted, and I get accused of that often enough at home, thank you very much!), but, then again, neither are many of the beliefs we hold dear.
As much as I’d like to bemoan my innocence lost, I’ll return to the topic at hand: what being an independent author means to me.
The truth is that I can’t even think of the term “independent” without thinking of Hermey the Elf, the wanna-be dentist in Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, who runs away to declare his independence …
… And the psychologist shifts in his seat, jotting something in his ever-present legal pad before asking, “So, Tom, what do you want to run away from?”
I scoff at his question. “Nothing, doc. I’m independent. In. Dee. Pen. Dent.”
So, what does "being indie" mean to you?