Through The Gateway

I write. I draw. I geek. I conquer my own worlds.

To Facebook or Not to Facebook

One of the questions that I’ve come to ponder is the worth of social media to an indie author. I am a member of a page on Facebook that has many self-published writers in the group. As a result, I’ve liked/followed many other fellow indies. The majority of their pages are actually updated quite frequently and they promote…promote…promote!

I? Yes. Well…I suck at that. Promoting is the one thing I can’t seem to do. Whether or not it’s because I don’t care, don’t think my stuff is worth it, or because I don’t think it will help, is a moot point. As much as I’d love to get out there and say, ‘buy my books’, I just don’t do it. But, I do have a Facebook author page. It has 159 likes and has had that many for two years. I get zero likes on most posts and have never had a share to date. Heck, my own family doesn’t share my stuff and they make up about 75% of the page likes.

So my question is: Is Facebook worth it? Or better yet, is social media worth it? My conclusion is…


Maybe to some it’s awesome and totally worth it. To me, I have to say it’s not. I’ve actually been toying around with the idea of deleting the page so it doesn’t stare at me regularly and mock me for my lack of posting. (Seriously…Facebook notifies you when you don’t post often.) I have a friend who runs a page for her art and her followers love her and she gets a ton of likes with each post. (Her numbers are in the thousands range.) I say if you’re good at it and it is fulfilling to you, then Facebook, Instagram, Tweet, or blog away!

How has social media helped you? Oh wait…no one will answer because I have no followers. See what I mean? Ha! (That doesn’t stop me from asking though…because who knows?)


The Struggle Is Real

Why, oh why do I only seem to do my writing from the comfort of my front seat when I’m driving to go grocery shopping? Now…don’t think for a minute that I’m writing and driving. I’m just thinking about writing and driving. I get entire scenes flashing through my stubborn skull when I get in my car and they are always fantabulous! But then, by the time I get home, unload my groceries, and sit down to put the words on real paper…*POOF!*…gone. Crickets. Nada. Continue reading “The Struggle Is Real”

A Little Something I’m Working On

So far, I have two children’s books published. I’ve sold zero online, but I still continue to write them regardless. I have no idea why I torture myself. I have high hopes for this next one though. It’s a book about fire safety learned through the eyes of a little dragon named Oliver. I’m hoping to use it to raise money for volunteer fire departments. It’s ridiculous because I have no idea how I’ll get there. Dream big, I always say. I’ve had all the panels sketched since this summer and finally bought the colors of pencils I was needing to get coloring on them. I finished my first panel recently and two more since. Only 30 to go…


Backwards Writing

If you have read anything I’ve written on this blog then you probably know by now that I started out attacking writing like Legolas attacking oliphants. It was go big or go home. I’ve talked to several writers and many of them started out tiny. They got the writing spark young and started out writing short stories or smaller books that weren’t heavy enough to use as a weapon. I started out writing the big stuff and now…several years later…I’ve discovered a little thing called short stories. Continue reading “Backwards Writing”

Tales From Imagia: Heirloom (Part 2)

This is the second and final part to this short story from Tales from Imagia. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I have plans for almost 20 total shorts which will probably have to be split into two volumes eventually upon publishing. I never thought I’d enjoy writing short stories, but I really do! Let me know what you think if you feel so inclined. Thanks for reading!

Heirloom (part 2)

Both of them sat on the forest floor, simply enjoying the fact that they weren’t dead and laughed until their stomachs hurt. When they finally settled down, Sam threw his arm back over his face and enjoyed the warm rays of sun beaming down heavily on him. It was always so relaxing and calming to be with Roz. He was different than the others. He was never afraid to push Sam. Or put him in harm’s way, for that matter. And there was always a lesson learned from these moments. Continue reading “Tales From Imagia: Heirloom (Part 2)”

Tales From Imagia: Heirloom (part 1)

So I finally got the writing bug back. It’s been pretty dry in my brain lately and this past week I started to feel my words coming back to me again. I am working on the third book in my Imagia series, but in order to get back into the world, I’ve really enjoyed working on short stories. This story sets up something that will come up in the third book at some point. It started with a simple sentence from the second book and I sort of ran with it. I really enjoy Roz’s character. Probably one of my favorites, to be honest. And his relationship with Sam is really easy to write. Not sure you’ll enjoy this if you haven’t read my books, but regardless…here it is. Continue reading “Tales From Imagia: Heirloom (part 1)”

Adventures in Cosplay

I wouldn’t call myself a cosplayer. But here’s the deal: I love to dress up in costumes! There is only one day a year that I get to do this though – Halloween. Every year, I try to get a snazzy costume and become someone else for a day. And to prove it, you can look at my closet. Half of my closet is actually costumes from my past Halloweens. I have more costumes in there than I do day to day clothes. This year, I think I can officially say that I did a cosplay costume. Thanks to the great stores of Goodwill and The Dollar Tree (where everything is a dollar), I was able to become someone else for a day (or two). Continue reading “Adventures in Cosplay”

Finding or Making Time?

I didn’t get really interested in writing until after college. I’m not super old (unless you ask my kids who firmly believe I had to protect myself from dinosaurs as a child). I haven’t quite reached the fourth decade of life, but that’s all I’m revealing. Truth be told, I never really believed I would take it this far. But I did and…well…here I am. Continue reading “Finding or Making Time?”

One-Paragraph Author Spotlight: Jen Ponce

The spotlight…

Create a free website or blog at

Up ↑