Enjoy the Ride!
Self-publishing is like an amusement park ride. Which one? Pick your favorite ride. Nothing as tame as the carousel, though at times you’ll feel like you’re going around in circles with the brass ring flying by in a blur. You might spot the prize occasionally, but sometimes you wonder if it’s there at all. No, it’s more like the Tilt-a-Whirl, or the ride where the room spins around and the floor drops out from under you. And if you’re self-publishing a book for the first time, make sure you’re strapped in tight and have your protective gear on.
For me, it’s been like a roller coaster ride, lots of ups and downs and everything in between. I had no idea what to expect from the experience. I wasn’t participating in any social media platform when I sent my book out to the world earlier this year. I was just so excited that my book was published, I completely ignored the fact that now I would have to market it. It hit me two weeks after it came out, and I had a panic attack. I called my best friend and told her I was going to unpublish my book. She just laughed at me and my panic went away.
So if you’re a first-time author and want to self-publish your book, jump on, strap yourself in, and enjoy the ride!
A Place to Call Home: Toby’s Tale
My favorite scenes in my book A Place to Call Home: Toby’s Tale are Toby’s dream sequences. They were fun to write because I didn’t need to stick to plausible situations or events within them. Anything could go. This particular dream scene takes place two-thirds of the way into the book. At this point in the story, Toby is convinced he will never find a place to call home.
Was this another dream? Who would visit him in this dream?
As if in answer to his question, a large pack of wolves and dogs slowly materialized out of the enshrouding gray and one-by-one encircled him.
The snow stopped falling. All was still and quiet.
A long, wailing howl pierced the silence.
Followed by another.
After a few moments, a chorus of howls erupted from the group that now surrounded Toby. A primordial urge rose within him. He stood up and shook off the light layer of snow that had accumulated on his fur. The urge grew stronger, more compelling, until he realized his own voice had joined the others. The multitude of voices became one as they howled on and on, until the cry reached its crescendo and abruptly ended, leaving an echoing silence around them once again.
A large, white figure approached Toby.
“Welcome to our pack, Toby.” The figure turned, and with a nod of his head, indicated the others. He turned back to Toby. “How did you come to be here?”
Toby tried to find his voice, but the howl still reverberated in his throat.
When he finally spoke, his reply was weak and raspy. “I don’t know. I don’t even know where here is.” He hesitated, and then asked, “How do you know my name?”
“My name is Strider, Toby. I am your grandfather.”
Strider! The memory of lying with Tara next to his mother as she told them the story of Sadie and Strider came flooding back to him and he felt a warmth of emotion flow through his body.
“Where is this place? How did I get here?” Toby asked.
Strider paused in thought for a moment, and then replied, “This land is a different place for different creatures, yet it is the same place for all creatures. For us,” Strider swept his large head around him, “this is the place we call home.”
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