When I Was Just Another Monkey With A Typewriter

“Anyone can use words. It’s called talking. But writers arrange them in a way so that they take on a beauty in their form. Think of words as colors, and paper as a canvas.” (from the movie Shadows in the Sun)

Turns out I like to write. If I’m any good at it? You tell me. I’ll keep doing it anyway, if you don’t like what I have to say there’s plenty of other stuff to read. Or go write something of your own. We’re all monkeys with typewriters.

This monkey was curious about what it would take to publish a book. When I first started pondering the idea of becoming an author, I wasn’t quite sure on what to write about just yet. But I had some vague ideas, and the strong belief that you’d never know where writing might lead. Aside from the many self publishing options (who all tell me, without reading anything, my writing is excellent and deserves to be published), there’s the traditional route where you have to convince an agent or publishing house to take on the majority (if not all all) of …