On Saturday night, I went to a birthday party for a friend and at some point, someone introduced me to a young woman named Emily Senecal who is interested in writing. This happens all the time. Usually the person is thinking about starting a book or maybe has made a few attempts to start things.
Not Emily. Emily has written seven books of a series. Seven. She wrote most of them in one year. ONE YEAR. She said she'd tried to get an agent, but had gotten frustrated and decided to put the first few up with Kindle Direct Publishing.
She was sweet and I told her to email me and we could talking about writing and publishing and all that stuff. When I got home, I went online and the first book in the series was only $2.99. I figured I'd buy it and glance through it so I could offer some constructive criticism when we connected up.
Ha! I've got nothing. I've only just started the first book, but it's darling. Funny. Well-written. Well put together. I like the characters. I like the voice. I like the setting.
It's daunting, I tell you. Daunting. There is so much talent out there.