ACTUALLY, publishing a book is the best way to eat a big ole slice of humble-pie.
When the book gets accepted, everything is awesome.
THEN, you start editing it and realize the book is awful, actually awful. There are so many mistakes and also so much just pure awfulness.
THEN you have to ask for blurbs.
Oh Lord Have Mercy.
There are some really wonderful people who say Yes!, but there are some that say No (for various good reasons, but still. NO.).
THEN when the book comes out, some people read it and review it (Oh again Lord have Mercy!) and some offer Critique and not just nice-things (the nice things though are really, really nice to hear).
OR no one really reads it, and that is probably even worse.
All that to say, it is still totally worth pursuing publication. I’m not one of the three poets that America is interested in (Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Whoever Is Big on Instagram), so I don’t expect to reach more than a Poetry audience.
And I write religious poetry. From the perspective of a woman. So that just slashed readership in halves and halves.
(and I don’t really like it when people who know me read my books. If you know me, and you haven’t read my books–GOOD. Let’s keep it that way. I’ll maybe write more on this some other post.)
But sometimes I have people who read my book and really like it, and that is really nice.
Kinda makes it all worth it nice.