In my profession, I wrote articles, news releases, brochures and other collateral material. And when I quit my job to write full-time, I stayed with what I knew--non-fiction articles. Then I spent 10 years writing and eventually publishing a memoir that just wouldn't leave me alone until I did it.
Five years ago, a voice came to me while I was vacationing in Ireland and Scotland, saying, "Tell my story." I have spent those years first trying to discern who/what the voice was and allowing it to emerge from the depths of my being, then crafting it into a novel. Now I have to admit, I had fantasized as a child about being like Jo in Little Women, but it was never meant to be reality.
Now it is my reality. I have written a novel. And as Tom Clancy says, "“Success is a finished book, a stack of pages each of which is filled with words. If you reach that point, you have won a victory over yourself no less impressive than sailing single-handed around the world."
So I have succeeded. Yippee. I have been in deep thought about how to publish this book once final revisions are completed. The truth is, my health isn't what I would like it to be and therefore my energy is not as high as I would like. When I think about all the things I will have to do to make this book successful from a sales perspective, I cringe. But never has my writing been about making money. If it was, I would be a complete failure. But I'm not. You see, I know my words touch people. And that is what I must remember as I think about publishing. What is the gentlest way for me to do this process and get my book into the hands of those who need these words.
That brings me inner peace. Just reminding myself of the intention. The decision will flow from there.