The Universe Made A Liar Out Of Me

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The Universe, Luck, Coincidence, Random Moments of Inspiration… whatever you want to call it, it looks like I’m going to have to rewrite at least a small section of my about page.

While I may consider myself relatively talented when it comes to being creative and artistic, writing is so not one of the talents that I claim, which is probably why I’m so fascinated by those that can craft such amazing, beautiful, rich and engaging characters and worlds. So while I may write about books here (among so many other things), I do not claim in any way to be able to do it well, even if I may be criticizing or complementing others about their own abilities.

That creative project I’ve mentioned here and there since August? I’ve written a book. An actual, full length, fiction novel. There is a story behind how it all came about and I will post about that another time (’cause the whole thing is actually kind of crazy), but I’m finally at a point where I know I’m moving forward with it and it isn’t just a project I started, but never finished, so I feel like I can start talking about it now.

It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t really intentional. It was never something that I’ve ever aspired to or really even considered doing myself beyond the “it would be kinda cool… ” thoughts people sometimes have. Like… it would be kinda cool to learn to play the piano, or travel to another country, or jump out of a plane, or dye your hair sapphire, or get a tattoo, or any number of things that a person may find interesting enough to say they might want to do at some point, but aren’t ever genuinely serious enough about to actually do. I was never the one to be writing stories all the time. I wasn’t the one with stories always playing in my head, unless they were the ones written by other people.

I got this idea, wrote it down, it became a book, then sat back and was all “Well shit! Now what?” Since it isn’t something I ever planned on doing, I didn’t know what to do with it. I didn’t know if what I wrote was even any good or if I should do anything with it. I asked a few people to read it and let me know what they thought. It ended up being only a couple of people that were able to do so, one being Hubby (with his own little story in this process), but the feedback I’ve gotten is enough to convince me that I want to get this published.

I feel like this was a unique thing for me, though, and the chance of me ever writing another book is pretty slim (since I never thought I’d write ONE… you never really know, I guess). I don’t think going through the effort of trying to find an actual publisher is worth it, so my plan at this point is to self-publish. Even though I’m going that route, I want it to have the best shot possible, because I think it deserves it (I AM biased, I think it is pretty frickin’ awesome).

My plan is to find an editor and a cover designer. I would love nothing more than to have one of my own images on the cover, but I don’t have anything that works and I want to make sure that the final product fits the genre. It also needs to be a high enough quality image to work with the cover design. For an ePub type book, an image of mine would probably be fine, but I have no clue how high the res needs to be for print, even if I had an image that would work. I’m willing to admit, I’m clueless with it all, so I want to hand it over to someone that isn’t as clueless.

The people that have graciously read for me have also provided me with tons of amazing advice, perspective and suggested edits for all the mistakes I’ve missed along the way. I’m currently working through my last round of these and I THINK I’m ready to move forward. I know there is still a lot that needs to be done. I’ve got to really buckle down and research editors and designers. I’m at that point where I can just almost say that I am finished. I’m so close I can practically taste it.

As crazy, wild and unintentional as this whole thing has been, I’m stupidly proud of it. I’ve done a lot of things in my life creatively that I look back on and feel kind of floored that they came from me, because I think they are really good, but I think this may just be my very best yet.

 

 

Author: TJ Fox

Slightly sane artist, book addict, wife and mother of 3 who is forever rethinking her place in this world.

6 thoughts on “The Universe Made A Liar Out Of Me”

  1. YAY TJ!!!!! Congrats! I’m soooo impressed and proud of you! You know, Jay over at This is My Truth has experience in publishing his own books. Maybe you can talk with him? Just a thought. But woo hoo! Let’s celebrate your book!! xo

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