That’s right. I’ve got a publishable-quality novella, the first in (what I hope will be) a series. I looked through it, decided that I needed another pair of eyes on it, and sent it to Number Two Son for his opinion.
His opinion was that, aside from a typo or two, it was ready to go. So much so, that he asked for and received my permission to publish excerpts to his own fan base. Said fan base responded with “Ooh!” “Ah!” and “Who IS this masked author?!”
Dang. Considering that his fan base is a generation or two younger than I am—I seem to have done a decent job, here.
I’m actually crying for joy, and for fear. I’m 62 years old, folks, and I’ve wanted to be an author since I was 12. That’s fifty years of getting an engineering degree, working at nerdly jobs, and dying a little each year. I occasionally dipped a toe in the fiction pond, and ran terrified back to dear old safe technology. But here I am with a manuscript…
Er, give me a minute to get myself back under control…
There. Now comes the business part—and I will definitely not be using this blog as my book/story/marketing blog. The reason? I’ve watched other authors (“Other authors”! Is it cool to be able to write that, or what?) do exactly that—and been disappointed. I wanted to keep reading about their writerly struggles, but their blogs have morphed into the reader-pleasing tools that they must be in order for those writers to move on in their careers.
No, this blog will be where I whine and bitch and moan and exult about being a writer, and share writer-type tips and tools. My fiction readers, when I have them, quite properly will not give a flying flip about that . . . stuff. Think about your last trip in an Uber car or a taxi. Did you care how tough it is to be a driver, how insurance rates have gone up, how really mean the competition is, how rude the other drivers? Heck, no. You just wanted to get from point A to point B. If you wanted your driver to talk at all, you almost certainly did not want him to talk shop.
My fiction readers won’t give a darn about my struggles, either—they will want to know when my next story is out, and cool things about the current one. They’ll want a place to engage about what I’ve created, not about how.
So my job now is to build that. Dear old technology—safe and easy. I’ll get that job done, no problem. Then output my draft to Kindle, iBooks, Nook—the usual suspects. Again, just tech. (If you’re a writer who cringes at “just tech,” I’m really sorry—but seriously, tech is so much simpler than people. I think that’s why people-type people find tech tough—they expect it to be complicated, like people.) The hard part will be writing the book blurb and setting my categories. Not so easy, in fact fear-inducing since it involves people, but doable and I can always refine my choices. A cover design, perhaps… it’ll be the only real expense here.
And yes, I really am going to use a pseudonym. If this thing bombs totally, I can start over with another name. If you want to read my fiction and not just read my articles about writing and Scrivener, please use the blog contact form here after I’ve actually published, and I’ll send you a link.