I Did it…
On the coldest day of the year (feels like minus 16 in Green Bay), I look out my bedroom window and this is what I see: strength.
Hawks are loners. I am not. Community empowers me.
I did it.
I submitted my manuscript to several publishers. I am more likely to win the lottery than get it published by a traditional publisher but I wrote the damn book. I not only wrote it, it’s a book I would read. The four year journey has challenged me but so has life.
Submitting wasn’t scary. Rejection doesn’t matter. What matters are the connections I’ve made—writers, writing support groups, and writing organizations.
I will not be submitting to a hybrid/vanity press. I may self publish but first, I have defined my goals:
Finish a second manuscript draft I completed six years ago, before the one I just completed, and yes, submit it to a publisher.
Continue to publish articles. I highly recommend the process. It’s quick, easy, and a blast.
Meander towards a voice. It’s whispering to me. At the end of a narrow, moss covered, forest path within my mind, a voice calls to me, tempts me to explore, and pushes me to unearth the non-fiction book germinating in my mind, exploring the magic of nature, and discovering beauty in what many find ugly.
Thank you to everyone, more people that I can mention here, for supporting me. Keep writing.