Why yes, it is the first Wednesday of the month and time for the airing of insecurities. In this case, self-promotion.
It’s common insecurity with indie writers, maybe all writers. I always feel like such a schmuck when I do it. I’m not sure where it comes from. I don’t know a single indie writer who doesn’t acknowledge that we need as much promotion as possible, and if we wont do it, who will?
But I also know that weird feeling I get in my gut every time I mention that I have stories for sale, and hey, you should buy one. It might be just how I was raised, don’t brag, don’t force yourself on people. It’s not like I think my stuff is mediocre and doesn’t deserve to be read. Just the opposite, in fact.
So why the weirdness? No idea. I’m trying to work through it, usually with humor. I’ve adopted the idea of shameless self-promotion. Just do it, and be blatant. I actually tag my posts as shameless self-promotion or make a joke about shame being for people without student loans.
Because if I’m not willing to talk my stories up, who will?