Publishing Woes

We’re all familiar with the old saying, “when the going gets tough, the tough get going.” It’s also said that a writer should only write what they know, and boy do I know what I’m writing about.

I believe the publishing industry is one of the most difficult industries to navigate. I’ve been an active writer for twenty five years now, have a handful of published articles, five published books, and a blog that I nurture for six months at a time and then ignore for years.

The blogging thing started with happy home tidings, the challenges facing women in our modern world, and the power of positive thinking. I got bored with myself quickly. We all know it’s hard to work and raise kids and be the best partner our beloved could ever ask for. We all know how hard it is to be superwoman.

But does anyone know how tough it is to spend years writing a novel only to have publishers say the last thing they need to promote is another writer of fiction? Many times over? It is discouraging. So, I decided to be the person who gets going when the going gets tough. I would write what I know. I know imagination, creativity, and kids. I know how to engage middle graders in stories that send them on adventures. I never wanted to write in the middle grade/YA genre, but here I am, writing what I know and determined to get my books noticed by the readers of the world.

This comes with a whole set of challenges. More on this later.

Later,

Mary Ann

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  1. Your name is my maiden name joining an artist, a vocalist and another author plus more. Me, I ‘m just a plain old retired ex-department head from Safeway, mother of five, grandmother of six and great grandmother of one. Welcome to the group!
    Mary Ann Hayes Coty

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