The journey of a self-published author is full of sacrifices, surprises and unexpected rewards. The major reward is finishing your project and getting it out in the market place. Once done, you can always look back at your book and the labors it took to get there with a definite pride. What other people dream about (and can certainly do if they put their minds to it) we have actually accomplished. There is no taking that away from us.
Of course, one of the less pleasant surprises along the way is to discover that our efforts can rattle the cages of certain individuals. Those who resent the efforts of self-published authors – even though the self-published route does not threaten or hurt them in any way.
An example of this is a woman I will call Shackleford, who for the sake of brevity, I will nickname The Shack. The Shack