Wait for the world to discover you and publishers to beat a path to your door and you'll wait forever.
You've got to get your words out there ... somehow. And then maybe ... just maybe ... the world will begin to sit up and take notice.
And then maybe ... just maybe ... ask for another serving.
At the reading on Saturday I acquired a couple of self-published books.
The first is a hand-made chapbook of poems by Sharanya Manivannan: a beautifully produced little publication. The work is attractively laid out on the pages, there are illustrations and a front cover trimmed with sari ribbon. There are even quotes from other poets on the back ... glowing recommendations for her work. Saturday afternoon she sat during the reading gluing the whole thing together, so I guess my copy was "hot off the press", and I'm going to treasure it because one day Sharanya will be famous.
If you want a copy you can pick one up at the Indie Scene Cafe in Bukit Bintang, and directly through Sharanya.
The second book ... well I felt just like teacher spotting something being passed around at the back of the class. It turned out that Vovin had brought along a few copies of a self-published book called Kudeta.
Don't speak Malay? Say it out loud. There you see, you got it.
This nicely produced little book is a compilation of fiction (what they call centrilog, short for cerita entri log) written by six bloggers who I guess are bent on world domination. It costs RM15. You can check out their work online:
Vovin, if you're reading this, please stop by and tell us a bit more about how the book came into being and how the world can get copies.
I like the idea of writers selling their books at the readings, so bring those copies along in future.