Inferiority Complex

I write to you today, a changed man.

I’m going to keep this brief because I want to get right back into the convention schedule, but I now know that my inferiority complex (mostly to do with being an Indie) was completely unjustified. Yesterday I met an amazing collection of literary types, some of whom have been occupying pedestals of heroism in my mind for a long time. We laughed, we talked, and I realized that there is not a lot of difference between us, beyond whoever’s imprint lands on our book covers. And that does not seem to matter at all. I am author, hear me type.

Wow! I feel welcomed into the pack. Better, have found my tribe.

In other news I’m going to be doing a reddit “ask me anything” this afternoon (about 2:00 PM EST). Honestly, I’m not sure I’m even supposed to be talking about this, but whatever. Yes, it is for fantasy, but the organizer is happy to put me forward along with my peers. So, if you have about thirty minutes this afternoon, please “ask me anything.”