Today is another day on the emotional roller-coaster known as ‘trying to succeed as a writer,’ because this arrived:
In truth, I had a little cry, thought of my long passed father and looked up to the heavens to say, ‘I did it dad.’
I didn’t sell a million copies, win a book deal or become a famous author; I just made a book I could hold in my hand at last, after a long time of thinking I might never see it in print. And the first thing I wanted to do was tell my dad. The message might well have missed him, because I’m not sure he is flying about up in the sky to be honest, but he’ll understand the sentiment.
So here it is and I’m sad I had to do it myself, but I wrote a book and I got it printed. Now I don’t have to go through life wondering, ‘what if I’d tried?’
At five foot nothing, I have spent many hours standing in crowds on my tiptoes to be able to see and have people see me. To me, self publication feels like that. So, in some ways, I’m experienced.
The New Mrs D is available as an eBook on Amazon and will be available on paperback this week. I hope you will look up to see little me.
Many, many times I have said this but I shall take this opportunity to say it again:
If to see your own work in print feels like something that’s only in your dreams, all you have to do is open your eyes and get to work. You may only sell one copy (to your sister) or a hundred copies (to yourself) and then have to store them in the garage. But you will never again have to wonder, ‘what if I’d tried?’
Do it X