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Speed Bumps and Lumps

 

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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!

 

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Learning Spike

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So…I’ve decided to self-publish. I throw myself into things with a passion (I guess, or at least hope, that’s what helps me be a writer). There was no learning curve where I could just slowly take one thing at a time. Nope, not for me.

Instead, I had a learning spike. I went from zero to sixty like the best Ferrari! Hello to Facebook Account posts multiple times a day in various groups I’m part of, prior, my wife had a family page and I would only get on it on occasion. Hello Twitter Account  with my couple of tweets a day (incidentally during a recent twitter pitch I set up Hootsuite to handle it and found out that Twitter won’t let you repeat the same messages). Hello WordPress where I try to blog at least a couple of times a week (and I’m still not sure how to gain blog followers, maybe be more interesting I don’t know).  In fact, I just learned how to add links in this post.  Hello critique group Inked Voices  where I’m part of a critique group and average 3 critiques a week.

I’ve also taken a crash course in illustration. How else would I know if what I was getting, even though I liked it, would work for the market? Yep, I have better understanding of genre styles, age group preferences, interior art vs. cover art, figure placement, oh and the psychology of color.

I’ve also had to learn about the big one…SELF-PUBLISHING. Things like: finding editors, finding illustrators, which self-publishing company to use, how to build an author’s platform, various marketing and promotion strategies, and on and on.

The learning spike began 1 month ago!

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A Price Made Priceless

There is a price to everything. Sometimes it’s for something tangible, a car, a home, etc. Sometimes it’s for something intangible, a moment, a memory, a dream. Being a published author. Not a published writer. I have written things that have been published. When I have a full length book published (even if my middle grade book POTION PUZZLE is 93 pages), then I’ll consider myself an author. So that’s the dream. What’s the price?

1. Critique Group $120.00
2. Professional Editing $451.90
3. Interior Illustrations $500.00
4. Book Cover $200.00
5. Professional Self-Publishing $1,500.00
6. Uncounted hours away from family and friends

Doing everything you can to make a dream possible.

Becoming an author: PRICELESS

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In It To Self Publish It!

Self publishing isn’t simple and isn’t free. Sure there are exceptions. Every damn rule has an exception. Most of us aren’t the exception. Some of us choose to self publish for more direct control of our work. Some of us self publish because for whatever reason a publishing company didn’t pick us up. There’s millions of writers and probably a hundred or so different reasons.

Myself…I didn’t get picked up by a publisher.

I’ve had enough short pieces published or win contests to know I have some talent. (Plus my mom told me I did and moms are never wrong!) Granted, each rejection letter was nicely professionally, my mind would interpret it as, “It’s not that we hate you or think you wrote this in crayon (though that might’ve been better), it’s just not for us at the moment and hope you find someone stupid enough or desperate enough to publish you. Have a nice day and try not to make too much of a mess when you commit suicide.”

Ah, the inventive mind of a writer. Right? So, I’m putting the same creativity into self publishing. I’m putting the cold calculation of editing into it. I’m putting the same late, desperate nights of finding the right metaphor into it. I’m putting everything into it.

Are you?

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In It To Self Publish It!

Self publishing isn’t simple and isn’t free. Sure there are exceptions. Every damn rule has an exception. Most of us aren’t the exception. Some of us choose to self publish for more direct control of our work. Some of us self publish because for whatever reason a publishing company didn’t pick us up. There’s millions of writers and probably a hundred or so different reasons.

Myself…I didn’t get picked up by a publisher.

I’ve had enough short pieces published or win contests to know I have some talent. (Plus my mom told me I did and moms are never wrong!) Granted, each rejection letter was nicely professionally, my mind would interpret it as, “It’s not that we hate you or think you wrote this in crayon (though that might’ve been better), it’s just not for us at the moment and hope you find someone stupid enough or desperate enough to publish you. Have a nice day and try not to make too much of a mess when you commit suicide.”

Ah, the inventive mind of a writer. Right? So, I’m putting the same creativity into self publishing. I’m putting the cold calculation of editing into it. I’m putting the same late, desperate nights of finding the right metaphor into it. I’m putting everything into it.

Are you?

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Art Isn’t Macho!?!?

So, once upon time (yes I choose to live in a fairytale come to life as I most definitely plan on having a happy ending!), about 2 weeks ago a friend of mine who was helping with the interior illustrations for my childrens book POTION PUZZLE had to stop helping me. This caught me completely offguard.

 

Apparently, his wife told him to stop doing art for kids and be a real man and focus on being an auto mechanic. Why? Because being an auto mechanic is manly. Art is not. And she married a man. That was her thinking.  A quick digression. While I am writing a childrens book, this book has four-wheelers, trolls, and pizza, so it’s not too young if you know what I mean. Sadly, this is the type of thing I run into out here in the cornfields quite a bit.

 

Luckily, I sent out a plea on facebook and someone I admire as an artist and person, responded to my plea. Emily St. Marie ( https://emilystmarieart.weebly.com ) has come to my rescue and will be starting the sketches tomorrow. I really look forward to seeing what she has to add.

 

Oddly enough, I guess in some twisted way this cornfield wife was right in the particular case of my book. The artist isn’t macho. Lol