I’d decided on self-publishing because it was right for me. As you saw in a couple of my previous posts, I’d played the game of chasing that elusive ‘yes’ from an agent, hoping that my work would be of interest to them.
My editor had made me see sense. My work was good enough to be published, but it didn’t fit the parameters of what agents were looking for. The responses I’d received back from agents confirmed that.
I could have taken the option of tinkering with my book again and again, while going through an entire directory of agent listings, until I stumbled upon one that was keen. Problem is that I’ve never been one for sitting still. There’s always another challenge around the corner and deep down I knew that something had to give.
Self-publishing would be my way. Growing up as a British Indian I was always…
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