Today I seriously considered self-publishing a novel. I can write a novel easy enough (he says, knowing full-well that he struggles to sit down and start typing), and for �70ish quid, I can have it published with a custom hardback cover and have 4 copies to myself to give to anyone who wants one. Now, I'm no fool, and I know the folly of vanity publishing. Should I ever want to seriously publish a novel, I will go via the normals channels of submitting a manuscript to a hundred odd agents and publishers looking for someone willing to take it on. I won't buy myself 200 copies of my own book and hope to sell it. I just like the idea of, after all the effort that goes into a novel, to have something there that shows what I made. Something I can sit on the bookshelf next to my other books and have something with my name staring back at me. Perhaps the time has come to start taking writing a little more seriously. Perhaps I should finally dedicate the time I need to re-write Half-Life start to finish and see if the story I've concieved is truly as powerful on paper as it is in my head. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps. I feel guilty that I have not been writing. I get excited every time I think about Half-Life, not as it is, but as it will be should I ever re-write it. At the very least, in the coming days, I feel I should write a short story of some kind. I'm sure I've said that before though. IB |
Copyright Insane Bartender 2004-01-19 2:51 p.m.