There’s enough I don’t know about self-publishing to fill a self-published book on self-publishing. The old days of submitting your manuscript, awaiting rejection, rinsing & repeating, is no longer the only option on the block.

Page Twenty-Five

Like the great unwashed, I have a drawer full of unfinished novels and scripts, abandoned, the characters within lost in limbo, trapped between pages, confined together in the darkness of storyline purgatory, awaiting rebirth, a chance to fulfill their destiny, to breath once again.

I Don’t Like Writing

But alas, so bends the path of the aspiring writer. First drafts contain the kernel, the seed. Subsequent revisions grow that tiny cerebral concoction into either a towering oak, flowering bush, or a bent twig.