Shoot, people, I’m loving writing the new ghost stories. I’m especially loving writing them now, knowing I’ll have some time to polish them before y’all see them. It’s all I can think about, in a way that really makes me happy, to try to figure out what it is I want to say and how and why. I have to admit that the Devil was my favorite character from last year, and he’s back this year, in three stories (so far, but I think that’s enough). I just feel like you have to have the Devil in a story about Nashville, that you just can’t have a town this churchy without the Devil being the unseen guest. I have a few flood stories so far. I think, if you read me, you know that’s something that has weighed heavily on my mind.
Upon rereading what I have so far, I’m struck by how many stories revolve around families and family relations. I also see myself playing a lot with the space between how two different people interpret the same events.
I’m still mulling over whether to self-publish. I think, if I try to go the traditional route, I’m going to have to find an agent, and I honestly have little idea how one goes about that. And I keep thinking that my stories are so Nashville-specific that it might be a turn-off to a big publisher. Plus, there’s the whole issue of them being fictional ghost stories. Fictional ghost stories that have all been (or are about to be) published right here.
I don’t know. I feel like I could get review copies to the Nashville media, so it’s not like I need a publisher for that. I don’t know. This is one of those areas where I feel like an old fogey. I feel like I should not even sweat it–just self-publish the book, sell it to people who I know are interested in it, and glory in having a copy of my own book on my shelf.
But something about it also feels kind if illegitimate, like cheating.
But I think that’s on me. I just need to let go of the idea that Random House doing a book makes it “real” and me doing a book makes it about vanity.