If You Love Your Book, Then Don't Let It Go - Linda Fausnet
A few years ago, I wrote a blog post entitled
Self-Publishing Means Never Having to Say Goodbye, in which I lamented how hard
it was for me to let go of a novel that I knew would never be published, either
traditionally or self-published. I loved the story, but it was for
middle-graders who are notoriously absent on Twitter, Facebook, and Pinterest.
I knew it would be nearly impossible to market to that age group online, so I
sadly shelved the book forever.
Until two weeks ago when I published it.
Then I wrote a blog article entitled Why It's Okay to
Publish a Book That Probably Won't Sell. It's much easier for me to market my chick
lit and romance books, and I'm fairly sure my middle-grade book likely won't
sell a ton of books.
So what? I'm the boss, now. I own my publishing company,
Wannabe Pride Publishing, and I went right ahead and greenlit this project. No,
it's not going to zoom up the Amazon charts, but the book is dedicated to my
son and it made my daughter and critique partner cry – in a good way. In a
touching, happy ending kind of way.
The book, entitled The
Joyville Sweat Sox, is about baseball. I'm passionate about the sport, and
I think that really shines through in the story. It's about a young woman who is forced to
coach a baseball team full of clueless kids as punishment for breaking her
town's No Anger law. It's won't be easy to teach them the rules of the game
without losing her temper…The coach, Konnie Mack (get it, baseball fans?) has
had anger management issues ever since she lost her father a few years back.
The villain in the story, Bobby Hearsay, stole Joyville's baseball team in the
middle of the night and moved them to another town. It was the same year
Konnie's dad died. She feels she was robbed of that last special summer of
going to games with her father.
Konnie hates the idea of coaching kids who don't even know
how to play the game. Gradually, she softens, realizing, "They aren't the
one who took baseball away from me and my dad. They're the ones bringing it
back." She instills in them the love of the game that she shared with her
father. At the end, the judge who sentenced her for getting mad in the first
place actually comes to her defense for getting angry. This time, she got mad
and risked severe punishment by standing up for her little players. The judge
tells her that he's proud of her, and that he saw a lot of her father in her
that day.
Yeah. That part still makes me cry.
I tend to be overly sentimental when it comes to baseball. I
can't watch Field of Dreams without completely falling apart… And that's why I
wrote Joyville. I packed the tale
with (hopefully) funny baseball references and lots and lots of heart and
feel-good stuff.
It's really quite simple.
I like the book. I want to share the book with other people.
I wanted a book that my kids could read and enjoy, and maybe some other kids
would, too.
This will likely be my only foray into middle-grade
territory. I'm currently working on a paranormal romance trilogy about ghosts
from Gettysburg, and it's definitely NOT for kids. The first book I published
was not for kids, and my next book is chick lit, which is okay for children,
but won't interest them.
It's kind of cool to know that, for the rest of my life,
I'll have a book out there for kids. You never know when someone will pick it
up, read my words and smile, laugh, and maybe cry a little.
And that's the beauty of self-publishing. My book may only
reach a handful of people, but I don’t have to say goodbye.
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Linda Fausnet
My book, THE JOYVILLE SWEAT SOX, is available here - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YXUD7FI
If you're a writer, I invite you to check out my writer
support blog at www.wannabepride.com
and you can join my Writer's mailing list here - http://wannabepride.com/blog/?page_id=3466.
Linda Fausnet
lindafausnet@gmail.com
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