Like most writer's I had a dream that I would attain the ranks of Stephen King and J.K. Rowling. I saw my work selling everywhere. Book signings at B & N and Borders. Talks shows. Hobnobbing with other great writers like SK and JKR. Champagne and cheese. A mansion just outside of town with a three car garage. And (my wife's part of the dream) a cleaning lady who comes in twice a week. Then reality sets in.
The journey started eighteen years ago with a plan to write a novel. Everyone says they'll write one someday. Everyone has an idea for a million dollar plot. (I know because I have heard many over the years. And if you want to write about a deadly virus that takes over the world, please, think about it.) I decided to do it. I told myself one page at a time. Don't think about how long it would take. After much blood, sweat and ink, I arrived. My master piece was finished. With more diligence, I landed an agent. My dream had arrived. I was home free. Or rather living in that big mansion.
Five years later, with submissions to many publishers and all with the same general response (not right for us at this time),the agent and I discussed options. Continue what we're doing. Small press (not sure how small). Self-publishings. Hmmmm. I have heard of that somewhere before. Maybe that is the path.
This blog will be that journey to see what I can learn and how far self-publishing will take me. Maybe I'll throw in towel and maybe I'll get the mansion. Along the way I may take a few side trips and talk about a book I'm reading or chronicle someone else's success or go off subject. Who knows?
Catch you later…