THE WAIT was long, but now I will be famous. Maybe I’ll be rich and invited to host Saturday Night Live.
There are three ways to publish:
First, you submit to places that publish. Though often encouraged to do that, I’m too lazy. Second, self-publish. This really does not count. Third, an editor spots something you’ve written, and asks to publish it.
They come to you.
The third option is what happened in my case. It’s the best option of all, if ego-stroking is the objective.
Paper books still are published in today’s electronic world. Two sorts of people purchase them. Luddites and folks who want something pretty on the coffee table.
Old-line publishing houses now publish both paper and digital books. Getting one of them to publish your stuff is difficult, especially in the paper versions. Proven authors are favored. Publishing houses are very risk-averse.
I’ve been entertaining and irritating people online since 2005, but it’s all been self-publishing, which doesn’t count.
Now that I am a truly published writer, my odd, sometimes cantankerous, personality makes more sense.
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(Note: Fiction Hub uses my real name, but you likely knew that anyway. The photo up top is not me. It’s Tolstoy.)