I Published My First Book! NANOWRIMO 2017
November went by imperceptibly quickly and I'm still having trouble registering everything that happened. However, the most memorable thing to happen was something I'd hoped for, but never really thought of doing until this year - publishing a book! I was incredibly inspired by NANOWRIMO this year and figured that this was the best opportunity to work on a novel and actually do something with the one I'd written years ago in my post high school, mid university haze.
Instead of keeping it tucked away in my dresser, not really wanting to send it off to publishers for fear of rejection and it's shorter-than-average length, I decided to take control and publish it myself on Amazon. I took the time to edit, draw my cover, and figure out all the details before clicking publish and watching it hit Kindle stands.
There's not really much else I can say about this other than that I'm happy I took the initiative do it. It might seem like a small gesture (nothing like getting your book published by a major publishing company) but, hey, we all have to start somewhere. If Rupi Kaur thought it was good enough for her work, who is stopping you from deciding if it's good enough for yours?
I'd love to know if you're thinking of taking the next step and getting your novel published. I'd also love some feedback on my book if you're in the market for a fun young adult read this winter!
Chapter 7 (Sneak Peek)
Today was Amy Fisher. Her cat had been run over by a car. A car that her friend had been driving, but I wasn’t supposed to bring that part up. I was just supposed to tell her that...Jinxie...was dead and gone. That big, ball of fur she loved like a child was probably still on the underside of her friend’s tire. How had I turned out like this? So shameless and vengeful towards people I didn’t even know? The better question was: Why was I thinking about it? This was, no doubt, the end result of talking to Arlen James. The goody-two-shoes that just wouldn’t let me be miserable in peace. He knew there was something wrong with me and he knew that I knew.
“She has first period math right now,” Dio said from beside me, his body leaning back against the locker next to mine with one leg propped up behind him. His gaze was focused on the raven-haired Amy who stood casually with her friends, talking and laughing. He turned to me. “You think she knows there’s something wrong? Don’t women have a sixth sense about their cats, or something?”
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I mumbled with my head buried in my locker. The notes were still nowhere to be seen. “But I think you’re talking about women and their periods. Synching up and all that.”
Dio smiled and let his head fall back against the locker. “Oh, right.” A light laugh escaped his lips and I shook my head. It was strange how well I had gotten to know him. It seemed, sometimes, that our minds just worked the same way. “So, you gonna tell her now?”
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