So it's finally happened.

After over ten years worth of effort I can finally say that I am a published author. The fact that I can say that out loud makes me giddy.

Months ago, John Erdely and I embarked on the process to figure out if we could manage to raise the funds to see if I could get published and so that if he could as well. Thanks to the support of friends and family we can now say that this basic idea was a success. The joy that I feel right now is immense and I can barely express the gratitude I have for everyone's aid in making this a reality.


So what have I learned from all this?

I have a confession to make: I love Stephen King's works. I am completely biased in everything involving him. From the great works like The Stand to the less notable novels like The Tommyknockers, I have an appreciation for them all. And IT is no exception. While I have my issues with some parts of the novel, I would still consider IT to be in the top three books he has ever written.
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(From here on out, be warned: there are spoilers for both the movie and the book.)

That's a good question, isn't it? Why, when there are so many publishing companies and agents out there, would one want to self-publish? Surely one of those entities would be able to help a potential writer get published in the first place. It's happened before. 

Indeed it has, but not to me and neither to my fellows at Starving Writers Guild. For years we have attempted to find a willing agent to at least consider our work, but to no avail. I have sent out hundreds of query letters, hoping to at least hear some feedback from someone about the story, if nothing else. But in the totality of all I sent out, I can count on one hand the amount of times that someone responded with a personal email, rather than an automated response.