All I wanted to do was write. And if I had my way, that was what I would have continued to do. But just as you speak you want to be heard, so just as you write, you want to be read. To be read by an audience would mean you would be a published author.
This got me thinking. Why do we write? For ourselves or for others? Sometimes we write for ourselves but don’t mind if others read it. So the purpose of publishing our writing is more than printing. It is to share and to reach our readership. Writing a good book may only get you on to this long road to becoming an author, nothing beyond that. The rest of the transition from a writer to an author will happen with the choices we make on this journey.
Have most writers found this process of transitioning from a writer to an author intrusive, and at best intimidating? I did. And in connecting with fellow cronies I have learned that I was not alone. So much had been written on different magical solutions to succeed as an author, if only we could do these five or ten things, our book would become the next best seller.
With my debut novel being launched this Fall, I have learned, somewhat at the last minute, that the process of birthing your writing in print remains incomplete until it has journeyed through the back alleys of publicity, dressed in marketing robes and flashed on social media to be devoured, desecrated or worse, ignored. So, I wondered if I was wrong in a blissfully ignorant existence and in my resentment of feeling pressured to reveal the intricacies of who I was.
On my road, intuitive and haphazard, I grope in the dark with the hope of light at the end of this tunnel, I share with you a few sordid and eureka moments. I hope that sharing my somewhat flawed and chanced method would string a cord in you too and in turn convince you to share your experiences as well.