So I have been courting an Epiphany (no, that’s not the newest hip-hop mogul, although that would be a cool name and “booty-drop” just came up on my playlist.) I have been hoping for some kind of breakthrough for quite sometime, and it hit me (bam!) while I was out of town last week. Strangely enough, it happened while I was walking to “Gangster’s Paradise” (Do I see a pattern? Am I inspired by Coolio and the 69Boyz? Who knew? Although, to be fair, Weird Al was worked in there, too.) Anyway, I am still stumbling on trying to find my purpose. I have had a limited amount of success as a free lance writer, but I’m clearly not going to make a living or even break any major ground writing articles on horse care, no matter how fascinating the public might find the cleaning of a horse penis. (Ok, that was pretty ground breaking, I have never made a reference to horse penis in a non-adult content kind of way.)
I more or else decided that I was going to self-publish something this summer, but this decision has been reinforced by the short story that I am working on right now. It’s going to be published as an e-book, but since it’s a work for hire, my name will be on it, but I won’t be making any royalties. Still, my name will pop up if you were to enter Amazon, and not just as that chick who wrote a couple of reviews.
My sis-in-law, Jody Wallace, has two books published and also has done some self- publishing. (She’s pretty good, you should check her out. http://www.jodywallace.com/) I was discussing the current state of my writing and all of its associations. She thinks that I should self-publish a story or two, because I could easily make more money than I am earning re-writing articles about bedbugs. (I feel terrible for the original author because , really, the only thing worse than re-writing an article about bedbugs is HAVING your bedbug article rewritten.)
So that, and the fact that AATGH is enjoying some attention as a writer, has stirred me into action (nothing motivates me like anger, rage and vitriol.) I have five short stories that are in pretty good shape, so once I finish this contract, I’m going to get moving on that.
I don’t know what to call my short story collection. “Compendium” sounds pretentious. The synonyms for “collection” are ” heap” and “pile”, and I’ve written too much about horses and vermin to go there. “Coterie” sounds like a feminine hygiene product. I am open for suggestions. Unfortunately the only thing I can offer as a prize is a collection of mismatched socks.
It’s a connundrum