Hello, my friends
“I wonder what it would be like to live in a world where it was always June.” -L.M. Montgomery
I can't believe it's finally June. The world has changed since I started digging into my final manuscript revision back in December. The sun is shining, and I'm no longer huddling under a weighted blanket, cursing my inability to describe an autumn fog in England. I feel like my hard work over the past few months has earned me the right to enjoy my summer, to walk in the woods without a timeline, to visit museums with no research agenda, and to chase fireflies like I did when I was seven. I want to embrace my inner child and remember why summer used to be so memorable, exciting, and wondrous. At the end of summer, I will be giving my inner child a special gift when I head to Prince Edward Island for a joint Fine Book Fair/Road to Avonlea Convention. Which is why I am officially declaring this summer my "Anne Shirley Summer," where I'll poetically revel in the beauty of shining waters and blooming flowers while pretending it will always be June.
Reflections
Now that my manuscript is complete, it's time for the next step: to put it out into the world on submission. That means querying agents and editors, hoping one of them appreciates my imaginary world and the characters I created within it, all the while checking my email a hundred times a day, even though I likely won't get a response from anyone for months, if at all. It's the waiting that's the hardest part. Longing for that "Yes." For someone to say, “Your work is good enough for us, please join us at our table. You have arrived.”
But what I've started to realize is that, at a certain age, you stop needing other people’s validation and approval. And the truth is, there are many paths to publication that don't require a "Yes" from the exalted on high.
Most writers long for the traditional route, the agent that gets them that deal with a Big Five publisher. Those are the majority of books you see crowding the shelves at the bookstore. Some writers prefer independent presses that allow them the creative freedom that comes with not feeling pressured to follow the latest publishing trends. Other writers decide to take their career into their own hands and self-publish.
The wonderful thing about the market right now is that all these paths are viable options for bringing art into the world, and choosing one over the other doesn't make anyone more or less of an author. Because our only validation as a writer is our readers, wherever we find them.
So, what’s the right path for me? I’m still trying to figure that out. I know that at the moment, I’d love to be at a smaller, independent press. I'm lucky to have a job that gives me a sense of purpose, provides financial stability, and allows me to pursue my passions. For me, going with a smaller press would feel like joining a supportive family where everyone rolls up their sleeves and celebrates each other's success as one. I also know the sorts of books I want to write, and don't want my creativity to be tied to the whim of what's trending on the NYT Bestseller List. This is a privileged stance to take, I know that. But in an era where AI-generated books are seeping into the market, it's as important as ever. Because creativity is always a risk, and I want people willing to take those risks to be the ones standing beside me on my journey.