Publishing companies reject 99% of manuscripts they get from Literary agents. Literary agents reject 75% of query letters. You, want to get published. You can’t. And self publishing? It’s “a joke!”
By the way, Harry Potter was rejected by publishers 12 times, and only published because the 8 year old daughter of an Editor demanded to read the rest of the story. That Editor told J.K. Rowling that her book wouldn’t go anywhere, but published it anyway. Harry Potter is now a 15 billion dollar brand.
Tom Reynolds, who self published his 242 page novel Meta on November 1st, has sold 20,000 copies in the last 3 months. Selling a book for $2.99 on Amazon, he gets a 70% royalty. Let me help you with that math—$41,860, in three months. Hello nurse. Yes, self publishing is a total joke. Go Tom.
Where I began
In elementary, I read every classic story from people like Edgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare etc (presented in graphic novel format :)) in my 4th grade teachers box. When I was in middle school I read 15,000 pages to meet the “homework” requirement of 200. I read every Hardy Boys, Louis L’Amour, Goosebumps and Piers Anthony book I could find among many others. By the time high school rolled around I had completely lost myself in the world of fiction—for good or ill.
Stories have power, whatever their form. Good stories must be shared. What do I mean by that? Good stories are the ones that simply wont go away. They fill you with laughter, fear, sadness and love. The make it impossible not to talk about them. Those stories—the good ones—live in every moment of every day—we just have to look at things the right way and know the words to help people understand it.
Why I started writing
In 2008 I was sitting at work, staring out the 5th floor window of the office I worked in, wishing I was home with my wife and my daughter Brooklynn. I got lost in day dream.
A plea for help shattered the stillness. How I heard it didn’t matter. A terrible accident had happened and the life of the two most precious people in the world was slowly ebbing away, and my wife was powerless even to comfort Continue reading