So as many of you know, I have all sorts of pretty damn good ideas rattling around in my head. Some of them are perfect for the brand I’m trying for, others are so far out there, they aren’t even in left field. But there are only so many hours in a day and I have this thing called a personal life that I’m trying to balance along with everything else.

It’s enough to make an author crazy.

Then you add in authors who are taking advantage of all the new opportunities afforded by our changing landscape and creating success out of nothing. There are authors who have made the leap into promotions, agenting, teaching, and book packaging. You have authors who are juggling indie publishing with traditional publishing and coming out on top.

Does this give you a complex? Cause I’m getting a damn complex.

I want to be one of those authors. I want to write four books in a year (check) run successful marketing campaigns and have a side business. I want to throw a cool conference or intensive, help others, change the world and make big money in the process.pulling out

(Right now, I have that stupid song stuck in my head: I can bring home the bacon, fry it up in a pan, and never, ever let you forget you’re a man, cause I’m a woman…)

Sorry for the earworm.

I don’t want to jump on someone else’s bandwagon or hitch myself to their star… I want to have my own damn bandwagon…  I want to be my own damn star. The term hybrid author has been bandied about quite frequently and I guess that is what I am aiming for.

I want to do and have it all. Do you?

So what is keeping me from that? I need the big idea, for one thing. Nothing has quite gelled for me. (Business–wise, not book-wise) I also need to ditch that little inner imp inside that makes me feel as if I’m an imposter. That I don’t have any wisdom to offer. Why do so many smart women let that imp control us? I wrote about that here.

How about you? What do you want? What do you need to overcome to get it?