As I've tweeted, blasted, mentioned, exclaimed, and lamented, I have written and published a collection of essays. Self-published, mind you.
Who's the patron saint of lost causes? Maybe we should ask him.
Seriously? It was part passion and part test.
Passion, meh. I've considered myself a writer since about 1976. Since no one else seemed interested in publishing a collection of my work, well, hello CreateSpace.
The test part? I'll explain: The essays, for the most part, were written and ready to go. Self-publishing has come so far so fast, I could no longer write off the option (pun intended). But the writing projects nearest and dearest to my heart really need color and great graphic design IMHO. I felt I needed to walk before I could run, if you will. My essays and black and white images seemed like a great place to start.
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