I was born the middle child in my family. I’ve been stuck in the middle ever since.
what is normal?
More than a week ago I wrote a tirade about my struggle to find a freelance editor who was willing to work with me. I will never publish that particular blog entry. It was an angry rant, fueled by rejection I wasn’t expecting.
Now that I have found a handful of editors who are willing to look at my work and we can mutually decide if we want to work together, I’ve cooled off and taken a mental step back. This is important. These editors are professionals, interested in helping a writer produce a polished, saleable product (a book). A couple of them have expressed curiosity about the subject matter, but it seems this is not their first criteria. They want to know if I’m serious and if I have the ability to write. I am serious and I do hope I have some writing ability that will grow and not become stagnant.
my everlasting book project part I
The new flurry of activity around writing my book comes mostly from the inspired suggestion of my lover that I self-publish it as a series. While I’ve already strongly considered the self-publishing route (it’s said to be ideal for prickly, independent cusses), the serialization idea means I can get my work out much faster than writing the whole thing in one fell swoop.