Why am I posting a video? Because this blog is putting spaces between words and making my writing seem questionable. I spent years studying first language English and now, I have a blog that puts random spaces between words. I am peeved. Alas, I will find a solution. I am a fixer. I fix. I will fix this. Above is a video you can find on my TikTok @welawrites . I post at least once a day. This is the most compressed character profile of my protagonist yet. Anyway, signing off before I get random spaces between words. Hoping this post will come out as intended.
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I don't really have a problem talking. In fact, I have a problem with knowing when to stop talking. That is why I wrote books- and improved my handwriting in the process, thank you very much. However, this is unchartered territory. So, what am I doing on Youtube? They're brutal there. I am going to be scrutinised for the smallest thing. I already know I'm not photogenic. Well, it isn't about me. I have received so many questions from people asking how I self-published my books. Many people are walking around with talent, but they have no idea where to start. So, I have decided to do a series of videos on how I managed to self-publish my book- cost-effectively. I will welcome all questions and try to help as much as I can. I am South African, so some things may only be relevant to South Africa. However, I will try to be as general as possible. I will be as thorough as I can. No stone is left unturned. Including crippling marketing costs. In the meantime, follow me
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Trigger warning: Anxiety attacks. This week, I am supposed to be officially launching the cover and synopsis of the second book in The Kenryk Series. I've had a good week. I sold 4 books on Amazon, and my ranking went from 3,2 million to 120 000 in a matter of days. I finally understood how Amazon ads work and I watched with glee as every morning I refreshed my kdp page to find a purchase made of my book. I should be excited right? Over the moon? Look at me, climbing up the charts. No, that isn't what happened. No. The exact opposite happened. The PTSD from being caught in the KZN Floods, studying for exams, trying to finish my manuscript in time to have it edited, living with hyper-vigilance in a new Covid world, and my car battery dying on me cracked me open like a raw egg. What started as a normal day unfurled into one that ended spectacularly with an unwanted anxiety attack. For the first time in my life, I typed to a friend "I need help". I rode out the anxiet