Hello everyone!
Two whole weeks without a short story or a flash fiction; yeesh. I sound like I’m dead. I’ve been putting a lot of effort into a new (fourth) project of mine and reading a few new books I’ve rather enjoyed. I recommend Sam Butler’s translation of The Odyssey, by the way. It’s a very good read so far.
The past few weekends, I’ve also been spending some time with my siblings and so I decided to prioritize time with them over some writing goals. The weeks themselves are so busy that I just work on my primary projects. I suppose any excuse will do, but the plain fact is I missed two weeks. My bad. I’ll make it up this coming weekend with a great flash fiction I’ve got a-brewing upstairs.
I’ve been looking through publishers and agents on Manuscript Wishlist as well. I’m trying to see if I can find one for my bowling book. My small social media presence has some engagement issues that I’m trying to fix (via flash fictions, mostly). The grind is a lot, sometimes. I’m pulled in many directions between school, personal life, work, and a social life. For the next two years I’ll be stretched thinner than baklava layers. The hope is that two years goes by fast enough for it to not matter in the long run.
I’ve been musing about publishing in general. I haven’t put out a book in about two and a half years and I have grown a lot as an author since then. I have a book completely finished and ready to be published, but I keep waffling back and forth between finding a traditional publisher and self-publishing. I think I could almost make a convincing case for traditional publishing. However, I can make an even better case for self-publishing. The downside to trad is that I don’t think it’ll find a market. The downside to self is that I don’t have an audience built to see it. Kind of a rock-hard place thing, here. I need a jackhammer or something.
I remember the old adage: don’t rush. If I get to a point where I’m querying trad pubbers and I need to fix parts of that book, I’ll have to wait, because you can’t sell an incomplete product. You might as well sell the best thing you’ve got on the menu. And you have to go to bat for yourself, because nobody else is going to swing for the fences as hard as you will for yourself.
Just a few things on a Sunday to reel in the new week. Graduate school begins and I have a lot of things to balance on my serving tray. Good thing I’m not wearing roller skates.
-Sam