An aging author at his high tech workplace
There is a place about fifty feet from where I am sitting where I store chainsaw, axes and sledge hammers. At times the distance is a good thing because temptation sometimes calls me to get one of those implements and smash the daylights out of the laptop that sits in front of me. Once the violence subsides I remind myself that it's just a tool. I'm a lot better with the chainsaw etc. than I am with the computer.
Around sixty days ago I thought my new book, Tales from the Parks was ready for publication. My publisher, (the now defunct Booktrope) had the edited and proofed manuscript and I was working with their people to get the book up for publication. Then the notice came that they were closing (previous blog) and I began the process of self publishing. A seventy seven year old babe in the woods. Working with Elizabeth Flynn, my intrepid editor, we submitted the package to Create Space. Being an impatient type, I proofed the on-line package and ignored the posted advice to order a printed copy and proof read it. Mistake!
I will not burden the reader with the number of copies I ordered, sight unseen. But there are these boxes blocking the hallway now filled with books which are OK except that they all have the track-change editing marks printed in them. Today, Elizabeth has resubmitted the package and I am doing the digital proof and have ordered a printed proof. I expect it to be delivered in five days and if all is well Tales from the Parks will be up on Amazon by the eighth of July. Join hands with me (electronically, of course) in urging the self-publishing gurus to shine their lights upon my enterprise. Don't pray. God has placed publishers in the same category as Hedge Fund Managers and Loan Sharks.
Around sixty days ago I thought my new book, Tales from the Parks was ready for publication. My publisher, (the now defunct Booktrope) had the edited and proofed manuscript and I was working with their people to get the book up for publication. Then the notice came that they were closing (previous blog) and I began the process of self publishing. A seventy seven year old babe in the woods. Working with Elizabeth Flynn, my intrepid editor, we submitted the package to Create Space. Being an impatient type, I proofed the on-line package and ignored the posted advice to order a printed copy and proof read it. Mistake!
I will not burden the reader with the number of copies I ordered, sight unseen. But there are these boxes blocking the hallway now filled with books which are OK except that they all have the track-change editing marks printed in them. Today, Elizabeth has resubmitted the package and I am doing the digital proof and have ordered a printed proof. I expect it to be delivered in five days and if all is well Tales from the Parks will be up on Amazon by the eighth of July. Join hands with me (electronically, of course) in urging the self-publishing gurus to shine their lights upon my enterprise. Don't pray. God has placed publishers in the same category as Hedge Fund Managers and Loan Sharks.
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