How I Did It
Hugh Howey Explains Everything
As someone who writes apocalyptic fiction, it comes quite naturally for me to announce that tomorrow should never happen. And yet somehow, I’m going to wake up tomorrow morning and find that a story I wrote while working as a bookseller—a story that blossomed into a novel one serialized piece at a time—is now being released into bookstores far and wide. Read On
Colleen Hoover
I realized that maybe being an adult wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. When you’re young, your dreams and aspirations don’t seem all that far-fetched. But as the years go by and those dreams still aren’t within reach, optimism begins to fade and realism sets in. Read On
Douglas Nicholas
I found that the “voice” I had developed as a poet translates fairly well to prose. Several people have been kind enough to remark favorably upon the quality of the writing in Something Red, and that was important to me. As the excellent Jack Vance, a jazz aficionado, once said, “The prose should swing.” Read On
Christopher Meeks
To paraphrase President Bill Clinton, how I did it depends on the definition of “it.” I’m a writer first, and an accidental publisher second. What drove me to do either is that I wanted meaning in my life. Read On
Melissa Foster
I was so green when I began writing that I didn’t even know there was such thing as a word count, much less what a query was. A few months into writing, it dawned on me that I needed to know roughly how many pages constituted a book. Read On
Jamie McGuire
I didn’t want to be a writer; growing up in a small farm community in rural Oklahoma, it never occurred to me that I could. Writing was for intellectuals, Ivy League graduates—not me. I dreamed of being a famous singer, a pet adoption agency owner or a marine biologist who rocked a wet suit at Sea World. Read On
Barbara Freethy
Many people ask why I would want to self-publish when I’ve had a successful career in traditional publishing. The answer: money and control. Read On
Barbra Annino
My path to publishing was a lot like Dorothy’s trip to Oz and back, complete with flying monkeys, false wizards and scarecrows lacking brains. Read On
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