Self-Published Works

As I writer, it was always my dream to be published by an actual publisher. After decades of sending my writing out to agents, publishers, and contests, and being rejected prolifically, I decided to self-publish.

I have always felt confident in my writing ability, but alas due to repeated rejections, I cannot help but wonder whether I had/have deluded myself.

In any case, I have spent the past few months digging through my notebooks and journals and putting my short stories, poems and an old novel manuscript into book form. As a consequence, I have self published some of my work.

I have self-published my second poetry book called Spaces between the Pause. As you might remember, I self-published my first poetry book Life at the End of the Rainbow in 2018. I am very thankful for those of you who took the time to buy it. I am especially thankful to Charles Heath who took the time to write a review.

I have also self-published a collection of short stories called Short Stories and Vignettes. It is, as it implies, short stories and vignettes.

My novel, Bully Another Day, is near and dear to my heart. I began writing it back in 1999. It is about the impact of bullying on someone who already suffers from mental illness. It is a work of fiction that I would categorize as a psychological portrait of revenge and redemption.

With the exception of Life at the End of the Rainbow, I have not put any of these books on Kindle, but I have them available on Amazon in paperback.

I am old.

I cannot let go of the belief that a book is something you should be able to curl up with and sip a cup of tea while wrapped snuggly in a blanket.

This cannot be done with a Kindle book. I have read books that were on Kindle. Several of them are fine books, but I just can’t shake the feeling that a book is supposed to have a beautiful cover that I can touch. When I read a book on Kindle I feel disconnected from it; sometimes I even forget I have the book in my possession and as I consequence I forget to finish reading it.

I am old.

This is probably just me. The world has raced ahead of me with its technology. The computer screen is so cold, distant and disconnected.

I feel like I just want to disconnect from this modern life.

It is just too complicated.

In any case, I have included a few links to my books. I truly have no aspirations that anyone will ever read them. Like most writers, I will just fade into obscurity.

We are all truly just sand in an endless desert.

I am a grain of sand, that is how I feel.

Thank you for reading.

As I am having difficulty with this new Word press format, this might be my final post. In fact, I haven’t been able to create the links to my books. Like I said I’m old.

Bye.

Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2020

Amazon Books/Bully Another Day/Jenny W. Andrews

Amazon Books/Short Stories and Vignettes/ Jenny W. Andrews

Amazon Books/Spaces Between the Pause/Jenny W. Andrews

Amazon Books/Kindle/Life at the End of the Rainbow/Jenny W. Andrews