So I am pushing forward with my plans to become an independent author and self-publish my work early in 2017.
I’ve registered with my chosen distributors; Smashwords, Kindle Direct Publishing and Lulu.
I am in the process of getting things sorted with regards to tax.
Things are moving forward and pieces are falling into place.
I thought it would time to give a bit of insight into my reasons for embarking on this clearly mad plan.
What lunacy is this? I hear you cry.
My reasons are simple and complicated as such things may be.
In an ideal world this would happen:
- Submit manuscript to big publisher
- Publisher falls in love with said manuscript and declares me the next best thing
- Publisher offers obscene amount of money for said manuscript
- Novel is published, adored by millions and wins every literary award known to man
- Big name Hollywood director offers an obscene amount of money for film rights
- Film is a hit and wins loads of award
- World declares me a superior human being and I get a bank holiday named after me
I don’t live in an ideal world, I live in a real one. The above happens to some author’s but is mostly just a myth unpublished writers tell themselves as they cry themselves to sleep at night cradling their favourite teddy.
Believe, me, my teddy has heard this story many times and is getting pretty sick of it!
I finished my debut novel in October 2015. This is my second novel but is going to be the first one I plan to run with. I’ve submitted it several times to agents/publishers and got a bog-standard thanks but no thanks rejection.
I could keep sending the novel off, hoping and praying that a top agent or publisher reads it and triggers event B above.
I probably have a better chance being hit by a truck than any of the above happening.
I’m a realist and a big girl and I can deal with it.
It could take YEARS to happen and it might never happen. Competition is tough and it’s virtually impossible to become a debut novelist now by going down ‘the traditional route) – see A-G above.
The simple truth is, I’ll never be completely happy until I’m a published author.
That sounds much more depressing than it did in my head!
I don’t want to give the impression that I’m unhappy or sad or depressed in anyway. Everyone cries into a teddy’s fur at night. Right? Everyone eats chocolate until their face is covered because chocolate is the only love they have. Right?
Anyway, I digress.
I’ve never wanted to do anything else but be a writer. This has been my dream since I was a child. I’m one of those people who wrote their first story when they were a year old – in pink crayon no less.
I didn’t go to University because I wanted to be a writer. Who needs a degree to figure out what they want to be? Not me, I’ve got it covered.
Over the past couple of years it’s becoming increasingly obvious that I’m not completely satisfied with my life. I’m tired of waiting for everything I’ve wanted for so long to fall into my lap.
One of my favourite movie quotes from Better Than Chocolate is if you really want something, lunge at it.
So I’m lunging.
I might fall flat on my face but at least I’ll have tried.
If I don’t try I’ll never know which is a lot worse.
I won’t publish my novel at first and will still push this with a traditional publisher/agent for a few months. I will start by publishing my poetry and short fiction. If things work out I will eventually publish my novels if the traditional route doesn’t work.
NB: I also decided to do this because I’m a control freak. I don’t like the idea of anyone else choosing the fate of my darlings.