Twenty some years ago, I was lucky enough to publish four novels with one of the world's biggest publishers. When the revolving door of editors rejected my next two books, I moved on to another career and stopped writing. I missed it, though.
Meanwhile, the internet revolutionized the publishing industry. Today, I'm proud to announce that I have become my own publisher, writing new and original stories that are true to my romantic soul.
Odds are my new books will sell far less than the number I was able to sell with an international publisher having my back.
Then why am I publishing my books myself?
This is a brave new world and I want to be a part of it.
Musicians, singers, sculptors, artists, crafters, videographers, photographers, creators of all types and stripes are doing it, whether they are rookies or long-time professionals. Being a maverick is a choice, one that often results in the unexpected happening. At the very least, I am generating more product, product that I can sell on other platforms, including other publishing companies.
What's the worst that can happen? I sell absolutely zero books. But I'm going for it, nevertheless. If it doesn't work out, I'll have some finished work that may attract the interest of an agent or editor. After all, I did it before. I can do it again.