I
finished reading Tom Robbins’ Tibetan Peach Pie.
Both he and Kurt Vonnegut
mention their gratitude
to the Golden Age of Publishing when you could
actually
make a living with your writing. (Nowadays
most journals and contests charge
the author to submit
their work.) Of course I still cling to that Golden Age
dream of the paid author but that hope is vanishing.
These are different days.
An especially great change
that has occurred very recently is the ability for
the
author to self-publish. Now I have my own press,
Good Deed Rain, and I plan
to print all those
long-waiting novels and stories of mine. (Coming up
next is
a collection of 5 novels.) And it’s possible to
print on demand so I’m not
swimming in boxes of
unsold books. It’s really a wonderful development,
a new
golden age of publishing that I’ve been waiting
for years to happen—I’m not
making a living writing
but I can see my books published.
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