Self-publishing starts innocently enough…
I’m not proud of what I did. In my defense, I was in my early twenties.
What happens after the happy dance…
Sometimes the awkward thing no one wants to talk about is the most important part to share.
Editing the editing, and then when you’re done, edit some more.
I was fifty-nine years old and someone had scribbled “Why should I care?” in thick red ink on my hard-fought 300-page manuscript. Not just once but every few pages. Wait, it gets better. I sold a saddle to pay for this! It started on Christmas Eve, my second least-favorite day of the year. I packed up … Read more
It’s a moment of exquisite anxiety. The kind of anxiety that’s prickly and blunt at the same time, and you can’t see around it. One word at a time, it’s been an act of faith that you’ve come this far. You retreat, change a word here, and alter some punctuation there. You’ve lost count of … Read more
An optimistic way to look at editing.
She’s been my friend for decades. That was me at her daughter’s birthday party, singing and tap dancing in a rented Big Bird costume. She came to all my weddings. We’re chosen family but we almost had to hate each other in the beginning. I met her husband first; I was a goldsmith and … Read more
Art is our birth language.