One morning a while back, I was walking through the parking garage at work and was accosted by a woman (a stranger, might I add) who absolutely HAD to tell me that she was in the middle of publishing a book!
Of poems, no less!!
Granted, I’ve never read her work, but I acted enthused because I assumed that was the response that she was going for by telling a stranger such information, upon first meeting, before introduction.
She is working with a division of Random House Publishing (oooh – BFD. You can practically see me swooning in amazement!). When I asked her: “who discovered you, because that must’ve felt really awesome?” she explained that it was a private division of Random House where you just send in the material, you pay and they publish it!
Ummm… Again with the OMFG!!!
With her seeming interpretation of what makes a ‘published author’, aren’t all of us exactly that?!
It seems that we write the material and then we self-publish it… (as she is)
On the world-wide-web… (for free!)
Where search engines catalog “key words” and “tags” so others can find our words more easily… (unlike Libraries and Bookstores)
In fact, I expect that more people will read my blog and my words than will ever even know about her book of poetry.
Should I tell her about this wonderful thing called blogging?