Why This? Why Now?

Self-pub·lish

– to publish independently at one’s own expense.

– ‘private printing’ where the author remains in total control of the entire process including: design of the cover and interior, formats, price, sales, distribution, marketing, public relations; launches, promos, and, at times, catering.

– the [multi-tasker’s dream] ‘do-it-all-yourself’ approach to going very crazy rather quickly (when all you really want to do is write stories).

Why This? Why Now?

So I’ve been sitting here beating myself up over a few, itty-bitty, teensy-weensy typos found in my latest book after printing. Gasp! The shame! The horror!

Yes! It’s true. My eagle-eyed kids found a few things that myself and the editor  missed when we read the final proof x3 before going to print: not big things but things that bug [me] because they were so blatant, and simple, and should have been caught.

Let’s not talk about the comma issues, okay?

(And just so you know, I happen to love the Oxford comma: Google it).

This is the blunt truth about self-publishing, I thought, this is my punishment for taking too much on and trying to ‘play publisher’ when all I ever wanted to do was write my own children some cool stories, and gift them with the legacy of their mother’s printed words.

Cool gift, right? Huh!

Maybe not, if the reader is left considering those errors as careless omissions or worse… general lack of knowledge. Eeeeekkkk!

So I’m here now, today, to defend the rights of self-publishers everywhere, and to champion their mission!

It takes a great deal of courage to put something ‘out there’ and even more to hold your head up high when someone calls you up with the old, “Oh, hey, about chapter 7 page 39 and that (insert wildly fantastical grammar term that no one ever knows the real meaning of/rules to) you messed up on.”

And so, here I am getting all down on myself, and blaming myself for being so single-handedly s-t-u-p-i-d, when I pick up the latest Giller-prize-winning, professionally published book… dah, dah, dahhhhhh (scary music), and find errors.

Errors?

Yes. Mistakes. Grammatical ‘incorrections’. Words that should be plural and are not. Words that should have double ‘rr’ but don’t. Words that are, ah-hahhhhh, incorrectly spelled.

(Twelve of them so far, but who’s counting?)

Yippee! I’m not the only one.

And thus, I somehow magically freed myself from the self-loathing and pity that was beginning to engulf and conquer my usual shining sense of confidence.

I AM A ONE WOMAN SHOW, with the help of TWO INCREDIBLE professional graphic artist friends (Merrick Art and Graphics in Port Perry, Ontario- they deserve the endorsement for sure) and access to a small tribe of ‘blinded reviewers’ and Indie bookstore owners (A rare breed of supremely incredible beings who actually own their own stores and support ‘local’ authors), who has managed to pull-off the greatest feat of self-publishing ever imagined in the history of self-publishing…(Well not really, but let me gloat for a second will you?), and published two novels- in as many years- for my four children: to have and to hold, forever and ever, amen.

So, thank you very much for over-looking those tiny typos, and I hope you enjoy the stories that I took six years to write and self-produce in order to maintain some kind of control over their ‘everything’.

It was sooooo worth it!

 

 

 

 

 

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