I have been trying to avoid writing this piece for fear that I will sound like a grumpy old lady which, by the way, I am not. Even as I hear myself discuss this issue I remind myself of my high school English teacher, who was a miserable little thing in case you were wondering, yet I still feel compelled to introduce the topic.
Part of why I decided that I was a good candidate for self-publishing is that I have what is called a platform. Oh, that's one of the buzziest buzzwords around the self-pubbing world, your platform. Turns out that platform of mine is less of a high-dive springboard and more of a children's step-stool.