And then a dragon with a head that looked just like me came over and bit off the head of the person who’d told the other person, “Yes.”
I have no idea what that could mean.
The idea to put together an anthology came from the desire to kill a flock of birds with a single stone. Our writing group had just reformed with a new name and a new yet-to-be-determined home.
It would be nice to have a project that pulled the group together, I thought.
Many of our members were writing overviews or bios or applying for grants and wrote about the stories behind their memoirs or novels. The stories were riveting.
I want to read a whole book of these! I thought.
And of course, our members who were writing memoirs and novels were also building platforms.
Publishing a book is daunting, I thought. Wouldn’t it be great if we pooled our work?
So I said, “We should self-publish an anthology.”
That was two years ago. I realize now that what I really said was, “I’m going put together an anthology! And I’m going to bug all y’all until it happens.”
The moral of the story is that you need to be careful what you propose. You might end up with 29 essays and 25 contributors, a fabulous foreword from Kate Hopper, the gentle-but-anal copyediting services of Cary Tennis (that was weird to type but I suppose that all that is anal might as well be gentle, too). You might end up with a really close editorial team. Your writing might get a lot better from reading the writing of others’. You might learn about publishing industry and Kirkus reviews and how to read the fine print at Amazon.
And you might end up with dreams that you could still do a little bit better.
Look for our book Mamas Write, out soon available for purchase at a website near you.