I wrote a complete novel and that is so freaking awesome, the conductor should let the flugelhorns blow. For the past six weeks I have been contemplating what to do with my manuscript. Didn’t really write it for coin, but I could use some about now. Currently, I don’t have much cash and it takes a considerable amount to self-publish. My friends have offered to start up a collection to contribute to the cause because they know I poured a whole lot of soul into this effort over an entire calendar. The characters in my book are comedic, confused and conflicted like me. I tried for years to find another traditional career and couldn't. My personal financial cliff is closing in as my checkbook suctions cups my meager assets in a choke hold. The coolest thing about Facebook is discovering uplifting comments. Today I saw this post from a friend.
It is exactly the correct thing for me to consider. Thank you, Universe, for letting this catch my eye. A few days ago, I called out to my friends that I had decided to make a decision. I couldn’t promise when. I have done my calculations, considered my options and am committing myself to take the next baby step toward creating a paperback. I am choosing to take a colossal chance. I hope you’ll purchase a copy when they are available and keep me out of your trash cans looking for food. This is my year of change.