White Feather Tales is the DBA (Doing Business As) of White Feather Interpreting, LLC. My wish is that my books offer hope, discovery, mystery, humor, solace.
I refuse to have a bucket list because I refuse to think about kicking the bucket. Yes, I know dying is part of life, but I am nonetheless not a fan.
If I did have a bucket list, watching someone take a book I wrote off a shelf at Barnes & Noble, leaf through the pages, smile, cry, take it to the checkout counter, would be on that list.
Since getting a self-published book onto the shelf of a brick and mortar bookstore is tantamount to getting it onto a shelf on Uranus, for now I’ll settle for self-publishing to platforms like Amazon and Apple Books.
Have you even written a single word, you ask? Yes, a few. When I was teaching at a school for the Deaf, I realized that even the best children’s picture books (Where the Wild Things Are, Good Night Moon, The Velveteen Rabbit, The Very Hungry Caterpillar, Are You My Mother? Winnie the Pooh, Corduroy, among others), were not tailored to the language needs of my little Deaf toddlers. So I made my own picture books using photos and pictures cut out of printed media, as even stick figures elude me. I gave all those books to the children in the hope that their parents, more than 90% of whom were hearing and knew little or no sign language, would start accepting my invitations to learn to communicate and read with their children.
As for published works, aside from wordy, irate, and mainly futile letters to the editor about the many injustices I cannot brush off, my first two children’s picture books, Jacob and the Coronavirus and Jasmine’s Heart, are live on Amazon in paperback and Kindle e-book format, on Apple Books in iBooks format, in my Online Bookstore, and I am also a Goodreads author.
Two other children's picture books have been professionally edited and are in the hands of professional illustrators. I Don’t Like That! is about a little girl who learns that it’s not worth it to leave behind everything you love because of some things you don’t like. Nicholas Book 1, first in a series, is about a little Deaf boy’s first day of school. The character is fashioned after my daughter, the little brilliant, independent,loving thief who stole my heart on her first day at the school for the Deaf where I was teaching many years ago. Both of these books are due to be published in 2021, unless I run out of funds and instead realize my nightmare of pushing a shopping cart with all my decrepit earthly belongings and 3 cats piled inside, my 3 dogs’ leashes tied to the handle.
My novel is partly in my hands and partly in the hands of the committee in my head that tells me it’s crap. In other words, it’s in the not yet ready to fly phase. Several fledglings are in the we don't even have wings yet phase.
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Fortunately, my family supports my descent into the financial hole. Wow, it takes a lot of money to publish and market a book! Writing is definitely not a profit-making venture for me; it's a realize a dream venture, and I'm hooked. Now that I've started crafting thoughts into words and words into stories, I'm compelled to continue, to read and learn and edit, and read some more and learn some more and edit some more, until, hopefully, something worthy emerges.
After all,
“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.”
—Ernest Hemingway