Publishing AdventuresWarrior CroneToday, I want to talk a...
Publishing AdventuresWarrior CroneToday, I want to talk about publishing Warrior Crone. I know there are people out there who talk about publishing books and they tell you about cover design, publishing choices, and other business stuff. What I want to talk about is the personal side of publishing.
I have friends and family, just like everyone else. I have found these friends and family to be both a blessing and a curse, just like everyone else. Okay, maybe those are strong words...
I know they love me and I hope they know I love them. That does not mean we agree on everything, nor does it mean we agree on what is best for me or what makes me happy. Of course, the reverse is true, I don't always agree with them on what is best for them or what makes them happy...
I have a very close friend, we will call him Dennis. This is not his real name, I don't wish to cause anyone any difficulties. Anyway, Dennis just cannot understand that writing is not just something I do, it is a part of who I am as a person. It's in my blood, so to speak. His main concern, as is with most men, is how will I make money. After all, writing books is risky. This is an example of how our conversations go:
"I am writing a book." I tell someone."Really? What is it?" they ask."I write fantasy fiction, you know dragons and magic." I say."Cool." They say.When they leave, Dennis says, "You need to get your head back in reality.""What do you mean?" I ask."You need to think about supporting yourself, working." He says."Writing IS work." I tell him."Yeah, but you can't make no money writing." He says."I can if I can sell what I write." I say."Who you gonna sell it to?" He says."I don't know. That is why I am working on an author platform." I say."An author what?" he says."An author platform. It's what I do to get people interested in what I write." I say."How do you do that?" He asks."Online." I tell him. I would continue but he interrupts with:"Oh, hell! That ain't no way to make money." he says, "Unless your selling it on ebay, an I just don't see nobody buying your kind of books on ebay.""Ebay is too costly for selling books on." I tell him, "There are other outlets, such as Amazon dot com.""I don't see how people are gonna find this Amazon place." he says."Millions of people go to Amazon every year." I tell him."Whadda they go there for?""Books.""What kinna books?""All kinds a' books.""I still think you need to get some REAL work." he says, walking away.
Once, while I was working with him, I mentioned that I wanted to get back to my REAL job. He told me that it hurt him when I talked that way and he was disapointed in me.
I felt as if our friendship was over. I felt as if for the last two years, he was trying to change me into into a drone that works and doesn't have any hopes or dreams. I finished helping him and went home. I cried over it most of the night, because Dennis has become like a father to me and his words were the most painful thing I had experienced in a long time.
That happened early this week. I have talked to my boyfriend about it and he told me to do what makes me happy and if Dennis does not approve that is his problem.
I have friends and family, just like everyone else. I have found these friends and family to be both a blessing and a curse, just like everyone else. Okay, maybe those are strong words...
I know they love me and I hope they know I love them. That does not mean we agree on everything, nor does it mean we agree on what is best for me or what makes me happy. Of course, the reverse is true, I don't always agree with them on what is best for them or what makes them happy...
I have a very close friend, we will call him Dennis. This is not his real name, I don't wish to cause anyone any difficulties. Anyway, Dennis just cannot understand that writing is not just something I do, it is a part of who I am as a person. It's in my blood, so to speak. His main concern, as is with most men, is how will I make money. After all, writing books is risky. This is an example of how our conversations go:
"I am writing a book." I tell someone."Really? What is it?" they ask."I write fantasy fiction, you know dragons and magic." I say."Cool." They say.When they leave, Dennis says, "You need to get your head back in reality.""What do you mean?" I ask."You need to think about supporting yourself, working." He says."Writing IS work." I tell him."Yeah, but you can't make no money writing." He says."I can if I can sell what I write." I say."Who you gonna sell it to?" He says."I don't know. That is why I am working on an author platform." I say."An author what?" he says."An author platform. It's what I do to get people interested in what I write." I say."How do you do that?" He asks."Online." I tell him. I would continue but he interrupts with:"Oh, hell! That ain't no way to make money." he says, "Unless your selling it on ebay, an I just don't see nobody buying your kind of books on ebay.""Ebay is too costly for selling books on." I tell him, "There are other outlets, such as Amazon dot com.""I don't see how people are gonna find this Amazon place." he says."Millions of people go to Amazon every year." I tell him."Whadda they go there for?""Books.""What kinna books?""All kinds a' books.""I still think you need to get some REAL work." he says, walking away.
Once, while I was working with him, I mentioned that I wanted to get back to my REAL job. He told me that it hurt him when I talked that way and he was disapointed in me.
I felt as if our friendship was over. I felt as if for the last two years, he was trying to change me into into a drone that works and doesn't have any hopes or dreams. I finished helping him and went home. I cried over it most of the night, because Dennis has become like a father to me and his words were the most painful thing I had experienced in a long time.
That happened early this week. I have talked to my boyfriend about it and he told me to do what makes me happy and if Dennis does not approve that is his problem.
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