When I began my first novel in 1984, I believed when I finished it, I'd get published. "Most logical," as Spock would say. Self-publishing wasn't an option at that time because it was expensive and anyone who went that route wasn't taken seriously.
In 2008, I self-published DEAD WITNESS on a fluke. I hadn't given up on my dream of finding a publisher, I just wanted copies for family and friends while I waited.
No one was more surprised when Overwaitea Foods requested copies to place in their bookstores; a request that set into motion me finding a Canadian printer, distributor and later a publisher for my novel BROKEN BUT NOT DEAD.
But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Prior to self-publishing DEAD WITNESS, I spent twenty-four
gruelling years accumulating rejection letters. When I had enough to wallpaper my ensuite, I decided a new ploy was needed.
I covered two novels in brown paper sleeves, printed DEAD WITNESS on the first and BROKEN BUT NOT DEAD on the second, along with my name in bold letters. I set them where I would see them every day. Every morning, I sat for 15 minutes, closed my eyes, and imagined how it would feel being a published author. I envisioned doing readings. I imagined the many interviews, smiled over all the accolades, and revelled in the delight of my brand new iMac and notebook.
When moments of doubt surfaced, I took a deep breath, felt the calm wash over me, and knew one day my dream would come true.
I'm not special or better than you in any way. Nor am I less than you are. We both love writing....
So...? What do you suppose my story means for you?