Last week, I mentioned to someone I would probably be self-publishing my book because of the time frame associated with traditional publishing. Once an agent sells a book to a publisher, it can be anywhere from one to three years before that book hits the shelves. And that’s assuming you’ve already found an agent. When I said this, I got “The Look” – you know that look, the stigma associated with indie publishing. It can take the form of disdain, dismissal, condescension, or even superiority. I’ve read some amazing books by independent authors – some better than those who’ve gone the traditional route. This post originally appeared on curtissannmatlock.com and deserves to be reblogged numerous times.
My friend has written a book about her experience of going through Alzheimer Disease with a loved one. She expressed her quandary in choosing how to get the book published. She said, in so many words, that she was impatient to spend the time it took to go through the process of finding a publisher who might like what she has to offer, but that others in her writing circle had, “planted seeds of doubt that I wasn’t being “professional” by self publishing.”
Well, honey, first off, self-publishing is not anything new, and I doubt the likes of Benjamin Franklin, William Blake, or James Joyce would consider it unprofessional. They each at one time published their own work. Such a thing was common back in their day. And Anthony Hope, who wrote The Prisoner of Zenda, (and goodness knows that’s had at least two movies made of it. I recommend…
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