So, I’ve finally gotten to a point where I’m ready to send out a couple of query letters concerning my novel The Cooper’s Son, and I’m really excited. While I might make a couple more minor edits, I’m happy with the final product. The Cooper’s Son represents literally (yes: literally) years of work, and I’m ecstatic to finally be at this point.
Of course, depending on the results of the queries, I may have to consider the self-publishing route. I don’t have any problem going this way, of course, but it is a bit stressful to consider. I mean: I thought I’d already done the hard part, which is supposedly the actual writing of the damned thing.
Not so fast, my friend.
It seems like it’s always something, doesn’t it?
But, given the alternative, I’m happy to be in such a position. Think about it: words that I wrote will, somehow, wind up in print that is available for people to purchase and (hopefully) enjoy.
That’s what it’s all about for us writers, isn’t it? The joy of putting pen to paper and creating something that people will read and think “I really enjoyed that,” or “I never thought of that before.”
Yeah, that’s what we want. It’s not the money (though it would be nice) or the accolades (seriously: accolades? Who says accolades anymore?), it’s the thought that one person will be touched by what we’ve created.
That’s why I write.
Hopefully, that’s why people will read.