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Month: March 2025

📚 DIY vs. Outsourcing: What I’m Doing Myself for My Memoir (and What I’m Not)

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In this blog, I’ll share what parts of my self-publishing journey I’m tackling myself and what I’m outsourcing.

When I first started writing my memoirs, I quickly decided to self-publish. Right after that, I decided I was going to do everything myself.

Part of that is a trauma response—I handle everything on my own because I can only trust myself to do things the way I want them done and on my timeline.

However, another part of me had this naive idea that I could be the Black author version of Eric Barone. Barone, the creator of one of my favourite games—Stardew Valley—not only solo-programmed the game but also created the music, wrote the dialogue, did all the artwork and animations, and self-published it.

I can do that too! I told myself on Day 1.


🚧 The Reality Check

However, I quickly realized a few things:

  • 🕔 Five years of work: Eric Barone spent nearly half a decade creating Stardew Valley.
  • 💪 Relentless schedule: He worked 10 hours a day, seven days a week.
  • 🎨 Diverse skills: He already had expertise in programming, art, writing, animation, and composing.
  • 🎯 Mastery through practice: He invested extra time refining those skills to achieve perfection.

I want to release my memoir within a year. I’m still working a full-time job; I’m married, I have four cats to raise, and a social life. I don’t have 10 hours a day, seven days a week, to devote to this. Plus, I don’t have strong enough design or audio production skills or the time (or desire) to learn them.


⚖️ Could I DIY Everything? Technically, Yes. But Should I?

  • 🎨 Book Cover: I could use AI and Canva free trials… but would it have that bookstore-quality feel? Probably not.
  • 🎙️ Audiobook: I could record it myself… but do I have the time, equipment, and voice skills?

So, early on, I compromised: I’ll DIY what I can and outsource what I should.


🛠️ What I’m Doing Myself

I feel confident handling these tasks because of my background, experience, and passion for learning—especially in writing, editing, and digital creation.

✅ ✍️ Writing: Obviously! The heart of this project is mine alone.
✅ 📝 Editing: Thanks to my experience in editing and tools like Grammarly!
✅ 📖 Formatting: I have software to format the book’s interior.
✅ 🌐 Website: I built my author website (shoutout to my 2004 Myspace HTML skills!).
✅ 📣 Marketing: I plan to handle my social media promotions myself.
✅ 📚 Publishing: I will self-publish on Amazon and other platforms.


💼 What I’m Outsourcing

I’m outsourcing these tasks because I value the expertise professionals bring. Their specialized skills will elevate my book’s quality beyond what I can achieve alone, making it more polished and professional.

💳 🎨 Cover Design: I’ve hired an illustrator for my book cover—and I’m so excited about the design! (I pitched to 11 different illustrators before finding the perfect match!)
💳 🎙️ Audiobook Production: I’ll hire a narrator through Audible’s ACX program. (Truthfully, I’m still deciding on this…)
💳 📑 Beta Readers: Close friends, family, and experienced beta readers will provide valuable feedback.
💳 ✔️ Final Copy Edit (Optional): I may hire a copy editor for a final polish.


💡 The Bottom Line

This experience is shaping my memoir and building my confidence as a self-published author (and a business—I’m creating my own business and brand now!).

💰 I track my budget diligently in an Excel spreadsheet.
⚖️ I balance my dream of DIY-ing everything with the reality of limited time and skills.

This process has taught me that it’s okay to focus on my strengths—writing my story—and let professionals help with everything else.


🗨️ What About You?

Would you ever self-publish? What parts of the process would you DIY, and what would you outsource? I’d love to hear your thoughts! Please share them in the comments below. 💬👇

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📖 Dating Memoir Excerpt: The Scent of Your Cologne

A lit candle glowing in the dark, surrounded by flowers.
A serene image of a candle glowing in the dark, surrounded by beautiful flowers, evoking a peaceful, calming atmosphere. Photo by stefzn on Unsplash.

This is an excerpt from my upcoming dating memoir. It does have a title, and I’m excited to reveal it soon 😉 For now, let’s call it my dating memoir.

I don’t consider myself a poet. Still, I wrote this free-thought the other day: I was reminiscing about one of my past relationships. It came out more flowy and lyrical than my typical prose. However, this gave me the idea to include little lyrical interludes between significant chapters!

I also wanted to share something a little softer than my recent excerpt from Extraordinary Machine. I’ll be posting more from that memoir soon, but I love the idea of showcasing different styles. I am also trying to hype up anticipation for both of my books 🥰

Here’s a lyric interlude about one of the past loves of my life:


Lyrical Interlude: The Scent of Your Cologne

I can still smell your cologne.

The way it burned my nostrils and smelled like home at the same time. The way you rolled up the sleeves of your cardigan, your light brown skin peppered with coarse, dark hair.

The sharpness of your jaw, the way you smiled, your crooked teeth—your whole face lighting up just for me.

The way you’d hold me so tightly when we hugged, pressing my chest against yours, squeezing me a little tighter before letting me go—like I was the most special person in the world.

The glint of the lamplight reflecting from your glasses. The way you’d subconsciously wipe your lips when you thought no one was looking. Did anyone notice that but me? The stubble on your chin when you hadn’t shaved for a few days. Your dark, mysterious eyes, the piercing stares I’d catch you giving me when you were lost in thought.

The memory of you feels so close and yet so far, a nearly tangible moment in time that I can never recapture, never replace. I loved you endlessly. I still crave your crooked-tooth smile, sharp jaw, stubble, your touch.

I can still remember the smell of your cologne.

Like you, it stung, but it felt like home.

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