my view as i sipped my coffee this morning...

my view as i sipped my coffee this morning...

So, as a part of therapy, I pulled a number of my fictionalized reality stories into a sort of book. …A manuscript, if you will. Not being one to follow rules I ignored all the statements of publishers stating that they would not accept unsolicited submissions. I just sent out a hard and electonic copy to about 12 publishers.

Interestingly enough, there was only one publisher who did not read (or review) my manuscript and it was a local Bay Area Indi-publisher.

I was thinking I could put together a rejection letter colage for the hell of it. I discovered that no one sends letters anymore. I received rejection emails. I could not find a way to pull those into a colage of any sort.

But, here was the interesting thing — three publishers (two of note) contacted me and informed me that my collection of stories was “of interest” and “of merit” and that they might be interested in considering publishing it. However, all three refused to take it any further until I had a literay agent. I had sent this manuscript to a couple of lit agents I found on the Internet. I never heard from them.

I poked about and asked a few writers I know about how one goes about getting a lit agent. My B even contacted a friend of a friend who is a senior editor at a large publishing house — but, I never could get a firm grip on how to secure one. I also did not relish the idea of having to actually speak to anyone.

A junior editor in the UK at a house of note first suggested that I consider self-publishing as a better route. B then suggested this. Then I noticed a couple of books I’ve read were self-published.

So, after a very rough therapy session on Saturday, I decided that DIY was the best route for me. To be totally honest, I do not think anyone would actually pay to read anything I might write. But, to be equally honest, as I move into my 42 year on the planet I’d like to be able to say that I saw at least one personal thing through to conclusion. I can list a number of professional objectives and tasks I’ve completed — but I don’t think I’ve succeeded in doing anything on a personal or artistic level.

So, DIY self Kindle and soft bound print publishing here I come.

A large part of me feels very much the loser for doing this —

but another aspect of me is saying, “NO! This is cutting edge 21st Century edge! Just fucking do it!”

So, that is decided. I’m just going to fucking do it. I might have to give up a meal (or two) per day to pursue this but at the end of it I can say, “I wrote this and I put it out there.”

I finished my coffee, chatted with a surfer dude about the lack of true wave available this morning and headed home to start the wheels on getting it going. I saw this log as the surfer lit a funny cig and complained that he just didn’t have the time or gas to get to LA this weekend.

isn't it pretty?

isn't it pretty?

…I text’d my baby brother in NYC and asked him to take a snapshot of something for me that I will use as the cover. He’s a professional artiste so it should look cool. He told me it might take him a while. I told him to please just take the shot and email the jpeg to me by tomorrow. He agreed.

Me and B are getting a Kindle2 and on I roll.

Damn the torpedos!

April 6, 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , . Uncategorized. 10 comments.