So today I’m going a little email crazy.
I’m shooting out as many emails as I can to Literary agents and small publishers as I can.
I don’t exactly recommend this. Normally I would advise taking a lot more time researching the individuals and the companies, making sure they’re accepting submissions currently, and that they have a history of publishing similar types of work. However my clock is running out and I need to make a push. as it is I probably won’t hear back from most, if any, of these people until after I’ve begun Self Publishing.
At this point, with the count down at 9 days, I’ve basically committed to doing it myself. aka Print on Demand/Self Publishing. So all I can hope for here is some kind of last second Hail Mary Pass or even just the chance to catch someone’s eye enough that they check up on me down the line, pull me aside, say “you’re uniforms crooked soldier. fix it” and then turn around to be the best damn Marine in the platoon.
So here we go shooting out a barrage of query letters hoping just one person out there decides to take a look.
This is why self publishing/POD houses flourish and traditional media consolidates. When you’re dealing with people’s dreams, they don’t want it resting on the whims of one person. That’s all it takes – one publisher, one literary agent to say “Yea, I’ll back that” and boom – success, even if it’s a modicum of the stuff, it’s the kind of thing you take a trip back to your home town to bask in the glory of.
But with self publishing, you instantly succeed. Self gratification. Instant vanity, just add water.
Automatically your work is done, out there, omni present, and yet lost in a sea of dreams, and you’re value is unchanged.
So I’m moving on with the attempt to take the “do it yourself” to a level of recognition.
Less rambling, more emailing. Tomorrow we’re someone.