Until Wednesday. That was when I had a conversation with a writer/teacher/revolutionary who said, “Why not publish your book?”
Resolving to self-publish means letting go of a lot, but letting go feels good. I may never sell a book to the movies. The One-Way Rain may never get reviewed by a publication with “New York” in the name, nor be flogged to reading groups, nor even have a dust jacket. On the other hand, its existence in the physical world will no longer depend on the overstressed gatekeepers of a profit-driven industry, and I’m no longer waiting around for somebody’s permission to bring you a book worth reading.
Another consideration is that very few works of literary fiction are successfully self-published (though author Nathan Bransford offers an optimistic counterpoint here). But very few works of literary fiction are successfuly other-published, either. So stay tuned, and I look forward to handing you a copy of my book.