On Being a Writer
The simple truth about being a
writer in the 21st century is this:
The traditional publishing press
does not matter.
We have entered a new age, where
talent only, NOT editors, will control
which way the industry goes.
We have entered the age of the
digital revolution. And nothing will
ever be the same again.
writer in the 21st century is this:
The traditional publishing press
does not matter.
We have entered a new age, where
talent only, NOT editors, will control
which way the industry goes.
We have entered the age of the
digital revolution. And nothing will
ever be the same again.
Until now, countless brilliant people
have been shut out of the publishing
process because they did not
possess the thick skin and the steel
nerve to go through the painful
process of submit-reject,
submit-reject, submit-reject ad
nauseam.
Our personal mandate to encourage
those people to self-publish. Once
you have a book in print - your very
own - it CHANGES you. It's
hard to describe the process that
begins inside you, deep at the
molecular structure of your being;
your self-esteem unwinds, as
does your realization that it IS
possible.
have been shut out of the publishing
process because they did not
possess the thick skin and the steel
nerve to go through the painful
process of submit-reject,
submit-reject, submit-reject ad
nauseam.
Our personal mandate to encourage
those people to self-publish. Once
you have a book in print - your very
own - it CHANGES you. It's
hard to describe the process that
begins inside you, deep at the
molecular structure of your being;
your self-esteem unwinds, as
does your realization that it IS
possible.
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THE ROAD NOT TAKEN
Robert Frost (1915)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost (1915)
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The digital revolution is transforming us. Via
blogs, poetry slams, self-published chapbooks -
your voice has the ability to be heard more
than ever before.
The line between art and life is thinner than
ever. You are your own art.
blogs, poetry slams, self-published chapbooks -
your voice has the ability to be heard more
than ever before.
The line between art and life is thinner than
ever. You are your own art.