Okay, so you’ve drafted a book – kudos to you, well done, take well deserved pleasure in your achievement!
You’ve browbeaten your friends/colleagues/neighbours/strangers on the train into reading it, and the replies have been favourable.
You write your one-page synopsis, polish the living daylights out of the first three chapters and scribble that all important cover letter.
Silence prevails, silence only broken by the occasional ‘thanks, but no thanks’ rejection.
Self-doubt and other monkeys climb on your back.
Imposter syndrome takes up long term residence…
Is it your letter/synopsis/first three chapters?
Is it your entire project?
So, you edit, rewrite, titivate and do your absolute best to create a silk purse.
Is it your timing, is the publishing world focusing on werewolves and moody teenagers with identity issues?
Is it a timing issue, or does your work just lack merit?
The monkey is still on your shoulder, his extended family over to visit…
Maybe you need to self-publish?
It’s a credible option taken by many.
Okay, to go it alone you’ll obviously have to present the absolute best version of your project that you can – it is a crowded market – you will need to be polished – no half measures will succeed!
An editor, yes you will need one of those skilled practitioners – £0.01 per word (£1,200 for Amy Grace: Thomas Payne).
Artwork – most definitely gotta get some good graphics, despite the adage people do judge a book by its cover – okay £200.
So, to launch my project I’ll need a few coins over £1,500.
Do I have £1,500?
No and nope.
Is it a lack of belief, or just an overriding necessity to pay the bills?
Ah the mundane of life…
The piper needs to be paid.
We chase rainbows, pick up pennies, and we debate the sustainability of our project that is doomed to be in perpetual ‘pause.’
Maybe it’s a cosmic statement – maybe it’s telling me to take up golf, or it’s telling me to persevere because nothing worthwhile is ever easy?
I’m currently looking at option B.
Stay safe – remain sane!