Once upon a time, I wrote a memoir about my childhood, which was upended when my mother committed suicide, an act that set off a series of events that ensured my early years would never be normal. I was thrilled to have finally penned a story I’d wanted to tell for a long time, and I jumped for joy when a small press was eager to publish it.
I signed a contract. I told my family and all my friends. Then I waited. And waited. And waited some more. Three years later, with no publication date in sight, I took back the rights to my book and had a decision to make. Should I go through the long process of finding another publisher, or should I publish the book myself? I opted for the latter. Thus WordForest, a plucky little press, was born.
Since then, with the help of several creative people, I’ve published that memoir, a collection of flash fiction and an anthology on sisterhood. All three books have won awards. My second memoir will launch Nov. 1, 2016. I also created an ebook of 15 very short stories exclusively for folks who subscribe to my newsletter, which you can do right here.
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