by Eugénie de Rosier

It was a grand task to take up the humanitarian challenge of Peace Corps work for 27 months in Southeast Asia. Whew! It was great to come home in May 2008, but not so fine to be faced with the chore of a job search in our slumped economy. Nonetheless, I started a disciplined and organized effort in June.

Seventeen months later, in December 2009, I was still without full-time employment and had been wrestling with writing fiction full time. I’d made a commitment to writing twice and did so for two weeks each time. Downbeat newspaper articles or national labor statistics affected me and I returned to networking. Not seeking paid employment was scary.

by Caryl Yvonne Hunter

All writing, even fiction, contains some truth. Characters are usually based, at least in part, on someone we’ve met in our lives. Our perceptions, beliefs, and experiences can’t help but come through in our stories.

But when writing memoir, the author can’t hide behind a character. And no matter how much you might try to avoid telling a story, it will eventually have to be written or you just can’t move on with your life. I read somewhere that author Kathryn Harrison had to write about her incestuous relationship with her father, something that had been running in her head for years. When she finally wrote it out, she was no longer blocked. Said Harrison, “One of the solaces that art can offer you is the chance to make something out of what’s hurt you. You can objectify an experience, put it on paper, craft it, and shape it. There’s perhaps an illusionary control over it. But it is significant.”

by Linda White

I am a publicist. When I tell people this, about 90 percent of the time their eyes light up and I’m sure they are thinking, “Glamorous!” Oh, yes—author dinners, book tours, and attending BookExpo America in New York City. These events certainly can be glamorous . . . but for the rest of the year, it’s mostly time spent on the phone and writing e-mails. It’s not as glamorous as you might think.

by Denny Stockdale

Life on the Road

The open road was calling me. In the midst of a typically harsh Minnesota winter, I was eager to introduce myself and my new book to those in warmer climes. I settled on an itinerary taking me from the West Coast to the East Coast, and my publicist began work on arranging book events and setting up interviews.

by John S. Munday

One of the best readings I have enjoyed took place in Stillwater, Minnesota, when my book Justice for Marlys: A Family’s Twenty-Year Search for a Killer was published. The true crime book tells the story of our efforts to solve the murder of our daughter.

by Sid Korpi

“I’m Sid, and I’m a self-published author.”

[This is where you all say a collective, “Hi, Sid.”]

No, there isn’t a 12-step program yet for those of us inspired (read: crazy), confident (naive), and ambitious (masochistic) enough to take on independently publishing a book. But maybe there ought to be.