“So, you want to be a writer?”
“Well, yes.”
She marked down wannabe.
“Actually, I already published a book through eBook Publishers,” I assured her.
“eBook Publishers?”
“Yes, they just publish eBooks. But this time I want my new book to be published by a more traditional publisher, both in hardcover and eBook.”
“Traditional publisher. You will need a literary agent for that,” she said.
“Yes, I know.”
She marked down delusional.
“New York, London?”
“What?” I asked.
“Your literary agent. Where you want to get published.”
“Actually, I thought I’d start with Toronto.”
“Toronto? Isn’t the Canadian market quite small?” she asked.
“Yes, but I see it as going back to my roots. Coming home.”
Sentimental loser, she wrote.
“And I also write a blog.”
She looked up, not too pleased with this news. “I hope you are not putting me in your blog.”
“No, of course not,” I lied.
Actually, I hadn’t planned to until I saw that sentimental loser remark. I have been called many things: cold, unemotional, detached, anti-social … and oh, yes – loser, but never sentimental. That stung.
“What about friends?” she asked.
“What about them?”
“Are any of them writers?”.
“I think so. But most won’t admit it.”
She nodded in empathy. Friendless, she added.
“Okay, that’s good for a start,” she said.
“When shall we continue?” I asked.
“I’ll call you,” she said, with a sweet smile.
A friend of mine, who is brave enough to call himself an aspiring writer, asked me over a pint of Guinness a short while ago. “Why do we do this to ourselves?”
“Do what?”
“Torture ourselves as writers. The process of writing is painful enough, in itself, but why put ourselves also through the pain of seeking someone to publish our writing?”
“I’d put it down to the masochistic creative gene. Why does anyone want to create?” I asked. “Painters, musicians … is it any easier for them?”
“Some of them do quite well,” he said. “Big houses in Beverley Hills.”
“Is that what you are in it for? The money?”
“Wouldn’t hurt. What are you in it for?” he asked.
“The groupies.”
So, I have a new book coming out. Well … I have a new book. The gods will tell whether it comes out or sinks into an abysmal bog. (I hope I didn’t offend anyone with that gods remark. My shrink tells me I should stop doing that.) And talking about shrinks, here is another excerpt from my new book (in addition to my last blog posting). Some people may think the main character resembles me. I actually think that I resemble him. He came first.
Nice, David. I can't wait to read the book.
David – is it fiction or non-fiction? And where does one make the distinction? Seriously, though – good luck! Do you have a publisher? I can get you in touch with mine if you like – let me know.
Rgds from Calgary, back in around two weeks. Let's get together and talk about writing!
Richard
Richard – it is fiction, although some people may claim that some non-fiction has crept in. For as you say: where does one make the distinction?
I have started the arduous task of sending out query letters to literary agents. Thanks for the offer of getting me in touch with your publisher. I see that it is Enigma Press, an imprint of GMTA publishing. What can you tell me about your experience with them?
I may wait a bit before taking you up on your offer. First I need to go through the discouragement of the literary agent route. Why put myself through such suffering? Just something I feel I have to do.
How is Calgary? Has winter set in there yet?
If you make it down to the Negev some time, drop in for some whiskey and talk about writing. Or maybe we can meet somewhere closer to your neck of the woods, when I am up that way.