This morning I did a reverse spring cleaning, washing and airing out all my bedding. Fall hasn’t arrived yet in California but it’s right around the corner. I thought my purpose in stripping the bed and washing comforters was to prepare for a new season, until I was struck by the symbolism of it all.
I’ve nearly finished my final draft of Focused on Murder and am gearing up for the next step by mentally clearing away the past season of writing and editing to make space for a new effort: Publishing my book.
Publishing a book is one more step in a long list of scary transitions that must take place to get a book from conception to making its way into the world.
It used to be easier: Do your research. Find agents who handle your type of book, send queries and wait. If agents like your pitch, they ask to see the first chapter and a synopsis. Months later, you might get a letter saying it wasn’t what they were looking for. Or they might want to take you on as a client, but then might not be able to sell your book to a publisher.
The outcome is out of your control so all you can do is keep trying to get one of the gatekeepers to let you in the magic door. It wasn’t easier to get published, just less complicated when the outcome of your work was decided by someone else.
Change of Focus
Today, an almost overwhelming smorgasbord of options exists to get a book published. Of course, tackling anything new is daunting but diving under those clean sheets and comforter and hibernating rather than taking on the unknown was not an option. Instead, I chose to look at it with a certain alert curiosity and an expanding mindset that:
- Turns toward a new experience with anticipation
- Welcomes a chance to learn something new
- Loves an adventure
- Takes charge of my own destiny to make my own decisions and my own mistakes.
But for right now, my next steps are to do research and make the bed.