For every one book published there are many more that remained unfinished. For every novella that is created, there is a publishing house that won’t take it as they only want novels. Anthologies are uncommon and have to be sort out rather than discovered. Many books that have found readership through self-publishing would never have been accepted by a publishing house because the employees there didn’t think it had a market.
I write stories mainly in the genres of YA, fantasy, soft sci-fi and dystopias. I branch out and they become a blend of other things and probably would never be accepted for publication based on the story content and not the writing skill.
I choose self-publishing because it is an easier route and I know that your first works do not get published unless you are an exception and I am not. I figured that since I was putting all this effort into increasing my writing and storytelling skillset I might as well try and make something out of it. So I publish what I accomplish along the way.
When I look back on what I’ve published, I still have an idea or two that appear that would improve a part of a finished story, but once it’s out, it’s done. In terms of marketing, I do not know how to. I’m not a business person, even though I have to be if I want to make it on my own. My plan is to push out a few more books, maybe make a youtube channel in the not to distant future and then profit??? Lol. I’m mostly focusing on my writing skills and when I produce something that is maybe publishing house quality then use them to help me create a career for myself.
I’m gonna say it now because for some reason I don’t think I’ve said it before. The end of Game of Thrones is that Westeros is overcome with winter and the White Walkers kill everyone making the entire squabbles of men from the past seasons meaningless. IDK or don’t care about Easteros.
I did an edit sprinkle of my draft if that’s what you can call it. I put my book through the free version of Grammarly. I picked up quite a few things that caused me embarrassment. I spelt the word border wrong so many times and often missed out single words that needed to be added for improvement.
I’m going to have to do a few more drafts, but I’ve pretty much completed all of the structure, so it’ll just be line edits from now on.
Twelve years ago I graduated high school. Coming from a rural area there was not much emphasis on the creative as a means of income (apart from being a high school art teacher). I wanted to write stories and there wasn’t really much out there to help me do it. I had even gone to my guidance counsellor to help me get a real job.
But look at me now. I’m living in Scotland when I thought I’d never leave Australia. I had picked one of the more difficult life choices a person could make. The arts fields are always difficult to succeed in, let alone make money. But I’m slowing pushing out stories and I know it’s only a matter of time before I gain traction.
I think back to when I first finished school, I wonder how many people thought that I wouldn’t or couldn’t achieve my dreams. I also think about the life journeys my classmates (the ones I have kept track of) have made in the decade since. Some have become what they wanted, while others haven’t had their dreams materialise. Then there are those who have changed paths and become something completely different. But all are within the realm of real jobs and nothing that seems overly difficult.
The more I think about it, the more I can’t believe I’ve made it so far. I amaze myself. What would my life be if I never went to the counselor’s office or chosen to take a different path? Out of all the paths people could choose, I’m making headway in one that heads along a difficult trail.