especially when the odds of something you want to be hopeful about really are just against you. against you in the most obvious ways.
the problem is, does the optimist still press forward?
at this rate, and financially-wise, i won’t be able to submit my novel to a publisher anytime soon. just so much is going on with school and family and friends, but i definitely do not want to lose sight of what’s important to me.
friend of mine earlier this year introduced me to Blurb, a print-on-demand company that allows people to download their book-creating and editing software BookSmart. Once a person’s finished making their book in their own creativity and style, they can simply order as many copies as they want of their book. and there! published author.
of course, the book does not get it’s own ISBN, which is the only way to mass sell your book to third commercial parties like Borders Books or Amazon.com. But that does not mean i cannot pursue my dreams. as we speak, i am already editing, making my novel layout and getting it ready to order.
i have a plan: i want to be published and sell some copies of my books by NEXT YEAR.
DEADLINE FOR BOOK SUBMISSION FOR PUBLICATION: January 1, 2011.
once that is finished, i will get the word out to friends, family, and others via Tumblr and Facebook to buy my book instantly through me, that way i won’t have to deal with ISBN issues yet. perhaps i won’t be on the mass market yet— but if i sent to a publisher i still am not guaranteed that it will be accepted OR if it will even be a success. plus, being a self-published author means being in charge of my OWN work, on my OWN time, doing what I WANT.
i’m going to make my dreams come true. soon.
it’s raining in San Francisco right now hard. but i am very happy at the moment, rain never makes me depressed. it’s so cozy! i haven’t eaten dinner yet. some nice hot tea? i have a novel to edit. chapter 14 out of 30 i think? it’s coming along. my clothes are soaked from the rain. my nose itches. hair is disheveled. i’m looking and admiring the mini Christmas tree sitting on my desk. it’s silver. gosh, i have so much to pack for winter break. what to get my family and friends for Christmas? change my shoes, because my black pumps are kinda wet. flats! that’s a good bass line in the song. i’m staying in the City this weekend. i kinda want to be home already. in the East Bay. see my friends. see my family. see a certain someone. probably wouldn’t have seen them, but i like hoping. yeah, i’m an optimist. this means that the rest of this week, disregarding my astronomy final friday, will be spectacular. right now is food, good music like The Boxer Rebellion, The Walkmen, Arcade Fire, Phoenix, Matt Costa, Kasabian, Death Cab, and Franz Ferdinand in my ears, and then just falling back into the tons of blue and white pillows on my bed. soo nice. sooo wonderful are rainy days.
epic day out in San Francisco with my best friends. i miss them. i miss the people from home. they’re real. they’re gonna last forever, i feel. so putting them into the City that i most love couldn’t be better. i couldn’t just stay in my room forever. i’m an explorer at heart, quite restless. my sister jokes about how i will call her from some random place across San Francisco and she’d be thinking “how the hell did you discover/ get there Paris?” haha, i love it. now i plan to write, or sketch my own arty renditions of photos i took in North Beach today.
omg, the beach in the fog was breathtaking. on a sunny day, tons of people flock to the beach. on a cold, foggy day, out come the ones who like to be by themselves, few families; people you really know love the beach no matter what. i’ve never felt so lifted and happy than walking down a sandy misty wasteland shrouded in perpetual fog. like time is very still.
i am always inspired, i guess.