Publish! That’s my goal.
That’s been my goal since high school. That’s been my goal for some 19 years. That’s a long time. I often ask what’s happened since then. In that time life happened. I joined the Army. That was a fun and terrifying few years. I earned two college degrees. That was an intensive year. I was married and divorced. Apparently no matter how hard you try you can’t force each other to be in love. I worked my ass off. Job after job, 50+ hours a week. I published some misguided poetry. I published brutal memoir short stories of my childhood and won a few contests. Then, I got married to a woman I actually was in love with and got a cute, crazy daughter. I spent a few years enjoying the novelty of it. I also found out I have MS (Multiple Sclerosis). I joke with a tear in my eye and say MS stands for Me Screwed.
Now, I’m here. Emboldened by the loving support of family, or at least their grudging understanding, I’m here. I am selfpublishing! Where there’s a will there’s a way, blah, blah, and other inspirational phrases. Really it comes down to this. I’ve wanted to publish. Poems weren’t fulfilling. Short stories weren’t fulfilling. Childrens book here I am! I have a professionally edited manuscript. I have a critique group. I have an interior illustrator. I am getting my book cover started as I type this (Maybe not, she’s in Wales and it’s really freaking early in the morning there right now). I’ve been platforming for a month. Over 1,000 FB friends, over 700 Twitter followers, 30 followers on here. I think that’s okay? I still need more, many more.
There are more speed bumps to slow my goal down. More lumps life will give me in the pursuit of my goal. I only have one thing to say. Let’s do this!