The day is coming and it’s making me emotional. Anxious, scared, panicked are three emotions right up there, but I’ll admit, most of all I’m excited.
It’s been a little more than six years since I repotted myself and said “I’m a writer now.”
I have written since then, without a doubt I’ve written. Short stories, poetry, flash fiction, journals…and three novel length stories. What I haven’t done is publish anything.
So now a commitment has been made to the most critical member of my team (myself). This year I will publish my first novel length story on October 1st.
The third revision of this story is well underway. I’ve sent a number of people the final second revision, asking them to read (as unpaid volunteers, even though I can’t think of a less interesting way to read) for punctuation, grammar and spelling. The cover is underway, thanks to a successful fellow writer who shared his cover designer with me. And I’ve been peppering another successful fellow indie-author with questions about the mechanics of publishing.
This time I’m confident it will happen. That’s all I’m confident about, but that’s enough for now.