I haven’t been here in a long time. But I’ve been busy polishing, networking, polishing, thinking about a glass slipper, polishing, falling down, and polishing. Call me Cinderella. I think I have silver polish deep into my soul after this process.
I was hoping Just Jules – which needs a new name by the way – would be out this year, or early next year, but I’ve learned so much lately about this self publishing process. I’m certain I’ll need more time.
I once dug a very large hole in my yard. It was over three feet deep and fourteen feet across. Someone told me before I got started to think about the amount of dirt I thought would come out of that hole, and then double it. By the time I was done, there were mounds of dirt everywhere. I could have quadrupled the amount I had in my mind, and it still wouldn’t have been close to what I actually took out of the ground.
Writing and publishing is very much the same. Double what you think. Then quadruple that. The time, the effort, the times it needs to be read, the times you will edit, your cost…all of it. Double it. Then quadruple that.
About two months ago, I began to reach out to people in this ever changing, challenging industry to help me get this book out to the world. I knew I was ready. It had been edited. I’ve had a cover for almost a year now. It was edited again. I had Alpha readers, I had Beta readers. I was ready. Only, I wasn’t. I was almost as far from ready as I could be.
After mad reading, fixes, polishing, and cleaning, scrubbing, and did I say polishing, I’m ready.
I need to go through print proofs.
I need to order print proofs.
I should ensure readers have a clean copy.
But it’s happening.
34 Seconds is coming!
I think I’ve nursed this book longer than I nursed all three of my children. I probably need therapy to learn to let go. I might be good since, one day, I will have to let go of real little people, not just words.