Aside from the total creative free reign of being an Indie e-pubbed author, there are other elements to be grateful for. Such as, all I need is a pen and a notebook to manifest my imaginings. That was a supreme shock when I was doing a goal-setting projection many many years ago and thinking that I would have to invest in a desktop computer and a home version of word processing software and a printer and a mouse and a scanner and . . . then it hit me. All I need is a plain old No. 2 pencil and some paper—even scrap paper would do. Which I had both. Plus I already owned an electric typewriter (that’s how long ago this was, and yet, not so long ago). I could type up my handwritten notes. After all, that’s what Jessica Fletcher does in Murder, She Wrote, right?
Major moment that was. Money was not stopping me from living my dream of being an author. Back then, I was blaming my lack of funds for not catapulting me into the career of my choice. Of course, now, I have that desktop and various bells and whistles of a small home office. But if the electricity goes out, I can still create. I can even edit if I have a hard copy of my latest work to review.
And locations. I am not locked into my home office. Which does not just mean I can take my laptop and work in the kitchen too. No, it means I could be anywhere in the world and writing a new novel with paper and pen—on a beach, on a mountain, in a cave with torchlight as my only illumination, in a tent, in a villa, in a shack, in Africa, in a limo (as long as I’m not the one driving—ha!), camping along the Nile, in Egypt staring at the pyramids . . . you get my point.
Aside from the immense freedom of just being my own boss, there is freedom of movement, of locale. If I want to work outside in the sunshine on my patio, I can. If I am meeting my author group, I can work in a café, sipping coffee and inspired by the collective energy of such a creative eclectic group of folks I am proud to call friends.
Everything I need to create is within me. Another light-bulb moment for me, as well. To document those quickly evaporating ideas into words, I can use old-fashioned means or newfangled trends. I can grab my purse and go, writing-ready, or add my laptop carrier and use voice-recognition software to type in my own words for me. It’s my choice.
And I am SO loving the freedom.