I hardly ever get mail from readers, but this came through via my web site and put a smile on my face. It’s an entertaining piece to say the least, and I smiled broadly after I first read it. The reader had a number of issues with my story execution, …
It’s one thing for a publisher to undervalue an author, but it seems to me, it’s quite another for the author to undervalue his/herself and his/her work.
Ask anyone who’s tried to write a book. It is not an easy thing. Well, not an easy thing if you want to write a good book.
“What do you do to stay in shape?”
“Sex.”
“What!”
“And lots of it.” Granger smirked at her.
“Uh huh.”
“You’d be surprised. Lots of lonely housewives here in Liberty. Not to mention the widows and divorcees. Oh, sorry.”
I’ve always believed the writing, the publishing of books, the selling of books, might simply be a tool in God’s arsenal.
“It means, maybe if he got a haircut, wore something besides faded jeans and tee shirts…” trained his dog, found Skid’s leash, didn’t make my heart rate go crazy…
A week later I realize a better title for White Roses in Winter would have been “Shotgun.” Because it’s a modern-day twist on a shotgun wedding. Duh. My cover should at least have a shotgun on it. But it doesn’t.
“The world is not against you. Nor is the world on your side. The world just doesn’t care.” –Thomas Hardy
It’s a big investment for 12 people to read one of my books once I get it published. What’s the point? I always come back to that. What’s the point?
What my mother didn’t know was how often I wished she’d done as he wanted. I wish I wasn’t even here. I try hard not to be. But she doesn’t appreciate my efforts.
I learned I shouldn’t be publishing ANYTHING that isn’t professionally edited. Not if I want to be the best that it can be, that is.
