Once upon a time in a beautiful land where the moon was bright, the grass was blue, and sweet tea was the nectar of the gods, there lived a girl who loved to write stories. Her first published story was called The Lost Angel, written when the girl was but seven years old. The book, a total of eight pages, included a crayon illustration of a winged, yellow-haired angel and was bound in a cover made of blue velvet wallpaper. It was entered in the Young Authors competition where it received a 3rd place ribbon, which proved that even in that kingdom of loveliness, there was corruption in the higher ranks, or surely such artistic brilliance would have won 1st place and be celebrated to this day.
Eventually, the girl grew up. She left her village home and went to live in the city on The Hill. There, she met her prince, fell in love, and they lived happily ever after. The End.
Of course that’s not the end. This is the 21st century after all. Our heroine got a job, hated the job, then got a new, slightly more tolerable job. She never stopped writing, but instead of the fairy tales of her daydreams, she wrote press releases, annual reports, and brochure copy. In 2008, she traded in deadlines and meetings for baby books and middle-of-the-night feedings. Her son, and three years later her daughter, taught her that miracles do happen and literally anything in the world is possible. So the girl, all grown up now, began writing stories again.
Hi, I’m Ainsley Brooks. I invite you to join me on this fairy tale adventure as I battle (revise) dragons (my 150K-word novel) and navigate the treacherous waters and shifting tides of self publishing. I hope you’ll share your own adventures with me too, because there is nothing I like better than a good story.