Tomorrow I'll be traveling to Southern California to see family and friends, so I'll be absent in the blog sphere for a bit.
I'll be driving across and through several mountain ranges and descending into Palm Desert, California. The trip begins at 5,319 ft. elevation, slows to 224 ft., and then climbs to Sea Level at our destination - Dana Point, CA. It's a wild, six-hour drive of sharp mountain turns and dry desert winds. The reason I mention this is because of the adventure I faced this past week. I'll explain.
My publisher closed its doors April 30th, and all of the writer clients had to quickly self-publish or find another agent. Under the wise tutelage of Colleen Chesebro, I slowly approached my daunting Alps, found my hiking boots, and tackled self-publishing. As of today, all the books are on Kindle Unlimited and most of the books are also available on paperback. Amazon assures me that the reviews will be transferred. We'll see.
I've used the analogy of a mountain because to climb one requires inner strength, great directional sense, and plenty of determination. For anyone who has made such a journey -- and all writers have done so -- there is a sense of accomplishment and pride.
We writers stand on peaks made of paper. And when we look back at the journey, we realize that the climb has changed us. We are no longer the person we once were. We see and feel differently. That's why we care about our books - it's personal. Don't you agree?