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been a pretty good writer. I can probably credit the Franciscan nuns
for that. In Catholic grade school, you learned to read and write or
they beat the crap out of you. I learned two important life skills at
St. Agnes School: how to dodge a slap and how to put words together.
When I first posted a website for my art business, I put some blogs
on there. People liked my artwork, but oddly they seemed to love the
blogs. Needless to say, I wrote a few more. Once again, I got a ton
of emails basically saying the same thing; I like your artwork, but
write more blogs.
Frankly, I began to wonder if I had missed my calling. Though I do a
lot of copy writing in my advertising business, I’ve never really
considered myself a writer; a copy writer for sure, but not a writer
by its true definition.
All that started me thinking, I always wondered if I could write a book.
Three years ago I decided to try. It was hard, but not gargantuan hard.
I plodded along, and low and behold in about a year, I wrote a novel.
My mother read my book and told me it was great. No surprise there,
but in my artistic defense, my mother is an avid reader. A few of my
friends read the book and liked it too. When I got some interest from
a literary agent and some encouraging emails from a major publisher,
it gave me hope that my novel really was good.
Then, as is the pattern in my life, the publishing deal fell through.
The literary agent said an author with a 3 book deal submitted his 2nd
book with an Aztec inspiration. The publisher thought my novel, with
a lot of Mayan influence, was too close for comfort. I tried other agents
and other publishers; once again, I hit the target, but no bulls eye.
In January I heard of Amazon’s Independent Author program. As
the name suggests, they publish books for independent writers. It’s
a little rough; you have to do all the typesetting and proofreading
on your own and then supply your own cover. Fortunately, some of that
was easier for me than the average Joe, with my work background.
Amazon has been selling my novel for Kindle as an e-book. People have
bought it and read it. About 3 weeks ago, I held a paperback book in
my hand with my name on the cover. I have to admit it was thrilling.
Within this week, my paperback will be on sale at Amazon too.
I learned a few new things in the process: it is really hard to proof
read a book and the modern world has many new options for all kinds
of things. Some things I already knew were hammered home: it’s
easier to create a product than it is to sell it, and if you want something
done, you better be ready to do it yourself.
So, I now consider myself a writer, a real one. I’m proud of my
novel. Go over to Amazon and check it out. It's called: The
Flavor of Hearts. Like my sister said so wisely, “You don’t
have to read it, just buy it.”