I'm in the midst of making final edits of my novel The Fractured Hues of White Light...I'm looking to self-publish this book too...let's just say, I've lost confidence in the publishing industry, maybe they'll get their shit together, maybe not...it's tough to trust the consistency of agencies and editors when they can be cut loose at any time and your book can lose it's one and only advocate...so, I'm my one and only advocate (well, not really, I have my Fred too!) So Field Stone Press has happened...of course, I'm discovering that as a self-published writer, I'm shut out of many things because I'm not taken seriously...yet...
My becoming a writer has happened through practice, patience, and persistence...I don't expect to make millions of dollars doing it, but don't say I don't aim high, I do every day I sit down in front of my laptop and make things happen...some days I'm stunned by the things that I've created in spite of obstacles and frustrations...and the voices that say "You can't..." Well, I have...Dusty Waters is just the beginning...
Today I just made one small professional step by becoming an associate member of PEN American...it's part of getting "out there"...PEN is about freedom of expression...as a self-published writer, I'm all about that...
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Your craft sounds like the hardest to get recognized in than any other. I admire your guts and persistance.
It isn't easy to promote any creative endeavor, especially when the bills need to be paid and like most people, I live pay check to pay check...while working a full-time job, I manage to make time to write, draw, paint, maintain a house, enjoy a happy marriage with my Fred, keep tabs on an adult son, check in on the aging parents, maintain friendships, make time to pet the kitties, and cuddle my doggy...do I have time to pee?? Some days I wonder is it worth it? Yes it is...oh yes, it is soooooo worth it...
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