One book is proofed and ready to go. I said to Peter last night ‘It looks like a real book!’ and he said ‘Could that be because it is a real book?’ in a sarcastic tone of voice. The other one I’m waiting on a proof copy of. (There will undoubtedly still be at least one proofreading error that got past both my eyes and Cas’s, mind you, because that’s human beings for you).
Today’s wrinkle is that Lulu is insisting on only letting me price one book in pounds and the other book in dollars, and I have no idea why. I’m fairly certain it shows prices in pounds or dollars depending on where you’re logged in from anyway, but if I don’t manage to get this sorted out and it causes anyone problems I apologise.
Publication date is looking like some time next week, though it probably won’t be September 11th for obvious reasons. It takes a while for the details to propagate out to online booksellers, so I’m not wholly sure how long it’ll take for them to be available on amazon.com and amazon.co.uk, but when I know more I’ll let you know.
For some years now, I’ve been thinking every time the new year ticks round: this is the year I’ll get a book published. And this year it really is. So I had to get off my backside and do it all myself; pretty much everything else of note that I’ve achieved in my life has been done through the power of getting off my backside and doing it myself, and I don’t know why I thought publishing a book would be any different.
(A friend of mine made a blog post a week or so ago saying that having other people to work with made them much more productive and happier, and I was fascinated, because it was so far from my experience that they might as well have been saying ‘I work best with a frog up each nostril!’ I am absolutely terrible at teamwork. I resent doing the small social adjustments that stop people getting offended at each other, I resent having to deal with office politics and power games, and I generally feel like I’m back at school and a bunch of other kids are trying to copy my homework.) The one good thing that came out of this: I discovered that self-publishing is great if you are a solitary control freak. 🙂
Would I sooner have a contract and more readers? Yes, of course I would, though I would not like to have to go to conventions or to deal with the various ways in which published friends tell me that the industry drives them batshit. But I am not letting the perfect be the enemy of the good.
This is the year. That’s good enough.