Opening New Doors
Posted by Jamie C. Baker
I recently published an ebook on Kindle through Amazon using a pen name that I’m not going to tell you. My husband, upon hearing the news, joked that I was copying him; his novella Not Well has been on Amazon for Kindle and in print for a while now. In a way, he’s dead wrong; I’ve been writing creatively for years but was always afraid to let anyone set eyes on my work unless they were grading it in high school or college. In a way though, he’s absolutely correct; by publishing his novella, he gave me motivation to do something of my own.
My husband is an amazingly talented author and has a way with words that never ceases to amaze me. I haven’t offered to let him read my bit of nonsense because honestly, I’m embarrassed to let someone of such talent read my drivel. Even with this blog and his, when we both cover the same topic I’m always left thinking he did it ten times better than I. Side by side, he appears to be a seasoned and successful author while I look like a bumbling 13-year-old who doesn’t know what she’s trying to say.
One reason for this, outside of raw talent, is the fact that he has a hunger for success in this field; he wants a career as a writer. Me, on the other hand, I just write because I need to alleviate the pressure in my brain and putting words on paper allows me to do so. He has enough creativity and a twisted enough mind to crank out amazing stories. I just have a dozen thoughts going on at once, at any given moment, and writing somehow silences all those voices; I type and words appear and I’m at peace. It’s hardly something that makes me think I could have a career writing, unless you guys feel like paying to read my blog. I take cash and money orders.
Other than this blog and previous blogs I’ve had, I’ve never really put my writing out there for people to see and critique. Once, during my junior year of high school, I needed to prepare something for drama class so I read a poem that I had written about an old boyfriend. I received an A and the class thought I was talking about someone who died, not a lost middle school boyfriend. It was embarrassing for me and gave me even more reason to keep my personal writing under wraps. I was never shy about other things however; I made money writing papers for people in college and was always eager to help people with various writing projects. I’m not sure what the difference was, but that part came easy.
Due to my husband’s awesomeness and the fact that he is nearing the close of a serious novel he has been writing for quite some time, I decided that it wouldn’t hurt for me to give it a shot and publish something of my own. I wrote it on a whim, taking something that has been in my head for some time and putting it on paper. It felt great to do and I rushed it to publish before I chickened out. It now sits on Amazon for Kindle and will soon be on Barnes and Noble for Nook.
Why the pen name? Two reasons, the first and most important being that my husband and I happen to share more than most married couples. He’s the writer of the family and he’s published under Jamie Curtis Baker. It’s too confusing to have something else floating around by Jamie Baker from the same area and around the same age. The second reason is because I don’t want any of you to read it. Honestly. I created a separate Twitter account solely for promotion, a Facebook page (ugh) for author-me, and everything is under not-my-name. I don’t expect anything to come of this and I want to keep it as a secret part of my life that you guys don’t get to see. Sorry guys.
So why the hell write a blog about it if it’s some big secret? Mainly as a thank you to my husband. It takes guts to do what he is doing, putting his novella out there and preparing to release an amazing novel (I’ve read bits and pieces and I assure you, I’d think it was amazing even if I wasn’t sleeping with the guy). He is such a strong talent and an amazing person. He inspired me to do this and it felt great to do. I could get zero sales on this dumb thing and be happy that I did it. I’m currently working on another one, one I’ll take my time on and stretch to novel length (I was 5000 words short on the first one) and take a bit more seriously. It feels good to do it and to have an outlet and I never would have done it if not for my husband. Thanks baby. I may not rock like you do, but you got me off my ass and got me to do something I consider brave. I owe you one.