A week Two weeks ago? I told y’all all about my writing. I told you how I wrote a book for children and my heart was just so full with the news. I really and truly felt as if I had found my calling.
I actually still feel this way. If I thought of a million different professions, I don’t think I would be able to find one that feels like a better fit.
I got so excited that I went to a bookstore and picked up a copy of The Children’s Writer’s and Illustrator’s Market 2013. Getting serious.
That books has a lot of “don’t’s” in it. A lot. Didn’t take me long to realize that my idea of a good Children’s book might not be the same as the people who actually publish Children’s books.
The more I read, the more deflated I felt.
No bedtime stories.
No books about being yourself.
The proper way to. . .
I realize that the real world of publishing is tough. I know that a lot of people want to get their books published but can’t. I get that.
But all the not-to-do’s have got me thinking.
Wondering if this is what I want to do with my book. I’m exploring all my options–including self-publishing.
You can have faith in your work and your opinion of it, or you can let someone else tell you if it’s good enough.
I haven’t decided, but I love that I’m strong enough to.