Thursday, October 24, 2013

Book Reveal

The dragon's Tear


Here's the big moment. My novel, The Dragon's Tyyr; the front cover at least. This is what I've spent a year and a half working on.


The work is done, and sent to my editor for the final check. My hope was to have it released by late October, but it is going to be early November. You know what they say, best laid plans, and all that. Things are in the pipeline with Amazon, I just have to wait for the last of the fixes to come in. That encompasses the technical stuff: commas, fragment sentences, the English class stuff.


I've had a terrific feeling the past few days seeing everything fall into place. It is like an elation. No, it is elation. All the time I thought of myself as a writer, or more importantly, as an author, are coming to fruition. The nagging self-deprecation and internal beatings are over. It's real and I can show it off. When someone asks me to see it, I can pull it out, or tell them to buy it. Well, the buying part is not here yet, but it's coming.


There is a real negative feeling before the good times. Sometimes all the hard work, the hundreds of hours spent writing, were all for nothing. Just toiling away on nothing special, nothing remarkable. That feeling can creep up on us all, and it's a damned liar. I don't consider myself especially adept or talented in anything, so the fact that I finished this project, and have made it to this point, is proof that success is possible.


Every weekend I work with local writers at a small restaurant. I've been there for a full year, and I've been running it since January. I can't even count how many people I've met who wanted to write, but never show up again after a meeting or two. Some think they need to take classes, or read more, or spend extra time thinking. It's none of that. It's sticking with it, for the good days, and the bad. I want to tell them that, I try to tell them that.


All it takes is spending a few hours a day in a room. I think Ernest Hemingway said it the best, "There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."