As we close out the week of my birthday, I find myself reflecting on one more thing: my writing career. Some of you may have noticed I’ve been discussing putting more work out there in sort of professional circles for publishers to pick up (and pick at). Just recently I put three different pieces out to various publishers looking for professional credentials. This is not because I have lost my love for self-publishing. I don’t think I will ever get over the rush of getting to write whatever I want and put it out there in the world without having to ask anyone’s permission. I’m still, very much, of a write what I want human who will never let that go away.
However, there is something to be said for having someone who has helped to build the empire say my work is worth something. It’s validating, guys, it’s that simple. I’ve sold two different pieces to small presses which will come out this year. “A Doll’s Life” is already out. Another book has been picked up and is in process to come out this year. This feels awesome. There is nothing like getting that letter which says You Have DONE The Thing. Basically, it is another rush for me.
Therefore, being human and thus more than a little bit a glutton, I don’t see why I can’t have both. That’s why I’m choosing to go forward as a Hybrid Author. I still want the control of putting out the books I want when I want to; however, I also want the validation of someone saying my work is worth something. No reason why I can’t have both, thus I will have both.
I leave you with an excerpt from a piece I’m currently working on called “Tales of the Alun 1”; otherwise known as it doesn’t have an appropriate title yet.
Kat made it to city center an hour after dark. It had been, for her, a harrowing journey as she tried to stay one step ahead of pursuers she wasn’t sure were imaginary or not. There was no telling for her exactly whether anyone was following her foot for foot through the city until she reached the hospital. The hospital, lit up like daytime, was surrounded by a perimeter fence and a long section of grass which made it easy for someone to see who was coming in their direction. Leftovers from a protracted war for survival, Kat knew. She didn’t want to cross that grass. There wasn’t anything in it anymore. They had taken out the last of the land mines years ago, but that didn’t mean she wanted to cover an area where there was literally no cover to hide her from those who were trying to find her.
There you are. Hope you enjoyed.
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