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THE SOUL MUST SPEAK, AND LONGS TO BE HEARD

An occasional blog, with musings on the writing life

What makes a writer happy? A happy reader. Read on:

 

Hi Kate,

 

I just started your book. It is amazing! I had it in my vast collection of books and my resolution is to read books I have purchased. I looked on Amazon and was shocked that only 4 people had reviewed it! It didn't appear to be available as an Ebook. Len Edgerly who does The Kindle Chronicles could help you find the people who could get it into ebook format. It really deserves to be read by more people. It makes me so sad that poorly written Fifty Shades of Grey is so popular and fine books like yours are unrecognized.

Karen near Seattle

 


Hi Karen,

 

Thanks so much for your kind words about Where the Lake. What a quest--to read all the books you've bought! Hmmm..might take me a while to do that. True that the novel didn't get much exposure--it came out in the very month (October '08) when the economy crashed, had almost no publicity (its tiny, brave, boutique publisher had scant funds to begin with, and has since shut down)--so maybe the book did well to get the four Amazon comments and a nice mention in Publishers Weekly...do feel free to add another Amazon review if you are so moved! Nontheless, the cool thing is that despite all odds, a quirky little book can find its way to unexpected places around the globe, and I'm glad that it's found its way to Bothell and onto your "To Read" shelf. (I've been to Bothell, having lived in Seattle for 20 years--still have my gills to prove it, and never do bother with an umbrella.)

 

As to Kindle, I'd love to do a Kindle edition, and hope to get the electronic rights back, which is the necessary first step to that end. Thanks for your tip re Len Edgerly's website--I took a look at his Kindle Chronicles, and enjoyed it. As to good books not finding a wide audience (so many tales, from Melville to Dr. Seuss to Margaret Mitchell "No one cares about the Civil War anymore, Miss Mitchell!" "This stuff is too weird for children, Mr. Geisel!")all a writer can do is make your best effort to draw your story from the Dreamspace and wrestle it onto the page...and potter with the text for whatever maddening length of time it takes to jell, and send the finished manuscript tottering off into the world to find its readers, however many or few.

 

Happily, I am finishing a second quirky romantic metaphysical novel (working title PIPER-- not the final name, which for now will remain unmentioned, since mentioning "steals thunder," as the Navajo say...) and about to send it out to some small publishers, hoping that it will also find its way into the Great Unknown and bring joy or consternation or laughter or alarm or a bit of peace or at any rate, some small entertainment, to its readers, however many that may be, or however inclined they might or might not be to post a comment in any venue about their experience with the book. So I guess the faith is in trusting that the story will find its way to that other receptive mind who's hoping to be transported into another world for a while, and luxuriate there as if before a glowing campfire or cozy hearth with some newly met friends who've just offered her a lovely cup of hand-warming tea and welcomed her to their adventures.

 

All zee best, and thanks again!--Kate

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