One Late Bloomer’s Journey to Publishing
Two and half years ago, I was walking on a treadmill at the gym and a memory came to me of how I’d always wanted to write a book.
I’ve been very busy for the past thirty or so years, so I suppose calling myself a late bloomer is appropriate. On this particular night, however, I felt something come over me as if I was possessed. I’m not sure what triggered it or whether the thought came from somewhere internally or I saw or heard something that brought it to the surface. All I knew was I had a story to tell. I didn’t know it then but apparently, I had many stories to tell. Here I am three published stories later with no end in sight—thank goodness.
Here’s how it all started.
In February of 2012, my life was a lot different than it is right now. My son…
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November 3, 2014 at 1:02 pm
I thought “indie” publishing was frightening enough. But i think i’m more afraid of the traditional route. LOL, irrelevant as they’re not exactly breaking down my door. 😈
Hugs!
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November 3, 2014 at 2:23 pm
Me too! I reckon to go traditional it would have to be a real doozie of a deal. Reading author’s stories about what they’ve lost with some deals is more than enough to put you off. 😀 HUGS! X
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