At the age of 63 the knowledge that tempus fugit is never far from my mind. And that’s one reason I’ve been considering publishing my novel online as an E-Book.
I’ve learned a lot about the business of writing – mostly via agent blogs and other writers’ publications. And I think my novel is almost to the point of being a good read. At least that’s my hope. I’ve had a couple of disinterested folks critique the first fifty pages, I’ve edited the thing until I can quote whole chapters from memory, I’ve submitted it to a couple of the more prestigious contests, and I get consistently positive feedback. So what’s holding me back? One word – status.
The problem with becoming one of the growing number of self-published is that to the purists it makes her seem unwilling to “pay her dues.” It puts her in the category of the fifth grade bully who insists on cutting in line. And it smacks of a smidgen of arrogance.
So why would I even consider it? Simple – I’d like to have someone besides myself read my stuff before I die of old age.
Okay, okay. I’ll think about it a bit more before I decide. But only a bit.
Watch this space.