So now in the warehouse there is a pallet of boxes in which lie books bearing my name. Like an anxious new parent I stare beneath the swaddling blankets of styrofoam at the wrinkled skin of a book jacket and I wonder, "What now?" ....
Not for nothing do writers speak of feeling something like post-partum depression when the final product finally arrives. Times like these I wish I were a Scientologist so I could will myself to another empowerment plane....
I've said this so many times it's my own private Idaho of a cliche, but it's true: writing a book is daunting, getting it published is more daunting, but most daunting of all is finding an audience. It'll be an interesting trip as we hit the road Ghost-hopping. I hope y'all will tag along...
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
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Go get 'em, Kirk.
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