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Here is where I blog about writing and mental health, which, if you are a writer, you understand the connection.
Winter’s piece covers the
aspirations, dreams, fantasies, and crashing realities of his self-publishing
experience. Case in point: Books Winters sold—zero. Books Winters has given
Feeling a sense of
camaraderie with Mr. Winters, I posted the link to the article on my personal
Facebook page. My writerly FB friends chimed in.
Fellow Rhody Blogger KirstenDiChiappari said, “I
aspire to be a self-published failure. It's all about perspective.” Did she
read the same article I did? Another FB
friend just responded by posting,
Aspiring to fail and calling
So I posted, “I didn't think it was funny as much as
honest. The reality of self-publishing.”
Then, Kirsten’s second
post came, moments later:
“Yes, very honest but
funny, too. That's funny, as in, self-deprecating humor, like when that's all
that you've got. Well written.”
I decided to read the
And this time, I saw it. It
was funny, in that poking-fun-at yourself way, as Kirsten said.
And, it was the following
line—that I swear didn’t exist in the first read—that was not only hysterical,
but also so very, very spot on:
“Self-publishing is the literary world’s
version of masturbation, except the results are quite often less thrilling. .
Ha, I thought, and I would
add, “and self-publishing is a public activity that, in some cases, should be
kept as private as masturbation.”
Case in point: When I
self-published for the first time ten years ago, I knew, as one would expect, nothing
about publishing. So, I produced a book that was poorly copyedited and had a
cover that made me feel the same way as when I was in fourth grade and my
mother convinced me to buy and wear this red and white-checkered skirt and top.
Affectionately entitled The Pizza Hut
Dress by my classmates, my feeling when I wore it was train-wreckingly
embarrassed. But I had promised my mother I would wear it, and a daughter’s
guilt is as looming and large as a mother’s.
As time went on, and I
self-published a few more times, learning more about effective covers and
copyediting necessities, I continued to keep My Sister’s Wedding on the shelves of online and live bookstores.
It was like wearing the
Pizza Hut dress for 10 years.
The analogy isn’t
perfect, but you get the idea, I continued to keep this book out there, despite
my embarrassment. Oh, and by the way, did I mention this very same book I had some shame issues about won the first place award in the Writer's Digest Self Publishing Book Awards, Children's Book division? But, I digress!
So, I have
republished My Sister’s Wedding, and
while it isn’t perfect, it is (and looks) a whole lot better. My writing has evolved and changed, so it was a
little rough on my eyes to reread the manuscript, and now that I’m an editor,
really hard not to ripe it apart and completely rewrite it. But it is better
and, more importantly, it’s not wearing a bad, tablecloth-inspired dress anymore.
So, check out My Sister’s Wedding, the ten-year
anniversary edition, and because I clearly have no shame anymore, take a look below at
the old cover. . . and then the new.