Yeah, hi. Been a while—but look what I finally did.
It’s a funny thing when you finally let go of a story that has consumed you for the better part of a decade. I’ve been creating and re-creating this same story for so long that I didn’t think I’d ever let another soul have a gander. So much time. So much of me. I don’t do well with the rejection of my soul. At least I figure I won’t. Thinking about it gives me heart palpitations. But that’s normal, right? Not just the ’tism?
I tried the traditional route. Like everyone else out there with a story and a dream, I loaded my laptop with software meant to woo the likes of literary agents and publishers. And that was a soul-sucking ride.
“Check out my MSWL” they’d say. This I learned was their manuscript wishlist. And so off I go to their page. I read the damn thing and it’s a perfect match. I’m giddy and moonwalking around my living room that this is the one. How easy it was to find my soul agent.
What a moron I was.
I’d spend 2 hours researching (internet stalking?) them and then tailoring a letter only to be rejected a month or two later. Or not at all.
I’m still waiting for some to this day. A year later.
I sent about 40 or 50 of those letters. Nothing, in the grand scheme of things. I have friends who didn’t land an agent until they were hundreds in. Hundreds! But those 40 or 50 were spread out over a year of my life. And I don’t have years to spare. It was completely disheartening. That industry is no longer what it once was.
Don’t come for me, but I no longer believe that you need any of them to be a successful published author. I’ve seen authors out there do some pretty amazing things. All on their own.
And maybe my novel is good. I mean, my dad likes it. Ha ha ha ha. Yes, I know that’s messed up.
So, here we are then. You’re all caught up to the day I said f*ck it. F*ck that, f*ck them, f*ck it.
I did it myself.
Here’s my novel. If you enjoy make-believe and don’t mind that an old weirdo wrote a book and then published it by herself, please consider buying it. (I did hire a professional editor some time back to read through, so it shouldn’t be complete crap. Fingers crossed.) If you have Kindle Unlimited, it’s free. If you do buy it, and you read it, and when you get to the end of it, you actually liked it. Leave a review. Say nice things. Think of my heart.
This old weirdo would appreciate it.
Available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle. FREE on Kindle Unlimited. (If you are outside the U.S. search the title in your country’s Amazon page.)
And also, coming soon to a bookstore near you. When I figure that sh*t out.
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