So here is the deal. Everybody wants to open their own restaurant, fly a plane, and write a novel. I know I do. My first book, Tell Me Something I Haven’t Already Heard, came out of being a bartender for thirteen years in San Diego, Los Angeles, San Francisco, Portland, and Seattle. (Yes! I couldn’t hold a job and I moved a lot.) The title alone was enough to ensure failure and I abandoned the project. I had always heard that the first book is the hardest to write, so I started on my second book, Messages for Norton. This book I still have and I read it every so often as a reminder not to write late at night, drunk, in a bar. (trust me!) I am currently working on my third novel, Ants Never Sleep, and it is every bit as hard as the first two imaginary novels that I never wrote. There is one major difference; I am writing more in the morning (read: less drunk), and when I edit my stuff I actually like it. Recently I read one of my stories during an “Authors in Pubs” event (see Facebook) and I had three people come up after and said they liked it. Wow!
When the time comes to publish my book I will simply publish it myself. I will run off one hundred copies with a dust jacket. Each one will be signed, numbered, and given away (Who would pay money for it?) with the following request, “If you like the book, please keep in contact with me”. At the end of one year I will invite all one hundred to a party. If the original reader passes the book along to a friend, they are also invited. I just thought it would be fun to see who shows up. Uncle Don
“Happiness is in the eye, of the ‘beer-holder”, by some guy drinking a beer