I met a man at a cocktail party whose manuscript is with his publisher.
I said, “Oh. I’ve got
a manuscript too, but no publisher. I might self-publish.”
He didn’t throw right up, but he did have to hold it back. Self-publishing is so beneath consideration for this man. Almost despicable. Certainly not something you would mention at a cocktail party.
It split me right down the middle. Half of me could not care less; this is what I am doing. The other half cared a lot; his life ought to be my life.
I explained that I did not know how to get a publisher. He said, “Oh, it’s easy.”
“It is?” I said.
“Yes, you just figure out who publishes the type of books you write and write to them.”
What if no one writes the books I write.
And, so, this website.
I mean no one writes the books I write, which is how it is stated. By which I mean to say that I write until I am done and then I stop. So they are short. Publishers like longer. Also it is not easy-to-categorize writing: it is non-fiction, but creative.
So no one “knows what to do with it.”
LOL I have had the same issue with myself. No one knows what to do with me. Good thing I have a dog. She takes me as I am.
I think it’s no writes the books you write.
Did you mean no one writes the books you write or no one reads the books you write?