The time has come. I’m about to jump off the OMG cliff.
I’m about to self-publish The Compass Master.
(Pause here to take a deep breath and steady my nerves.)
In reality (and often I can’t be bothered with reality) my finances are such that I should hold off for a few months before making this financial commitment. Trouble is, I had settled on publishing through Amazon’s CreateSpace and they’re running an offer that ends on February 28. Before now I couldn’t be bothered with most of their specials, but this one gives a big discount on the price of the cover design. Well, the heftiest upfront expense I had always planned on was the cover art. Nothing makes a book look amateurish from the get-go than a cheap or even not-quite-right package.
Hence the time has come for me to commit. I signed up for a higher-level cover and professionally-done internal layout. These two items are far and away the bulk of my publishing expenses. Of course (damn it!) there’ll be a few more charges (getting the manuscript Kindle-ready, etc.), but those are almost money hiccups compared to the initial outlay.
As a few of you may recall, I did have at one point an agent for The Compass Master and she almost got a couple bites (at one big publishing house my manuscript went all the way up the chain to the editor-in-chief, who turned it down – blast him).
Yes, I could have kept plugging away and sent it off myself to smaller publishers or maybe other agents. But every time I contemplated doing just that my gut turned itself inside out. I just can’t, CAN’T keep my spirits up and keep plugging away at the commercial publishing game. There comes a point where I just want to get on with my life.
In the next few days I’ll drive myself crazy getting ideas for my book cover and looking over lots of other covers. Then I’ll be able to work coherently with the graphic artist on my assigned CS team. Of course in the end it’s the story that readers care about and the cover is just a come-on. But since I’m paying for this baby and I’m ultimately in charge of my own book, I want to get everything right.
Funny thing is, I already have a growing sense of peace and accomplishment. Sure, I’ll be scared when my American Express bill arrives at the end of this month. I’ll be a full-fledged neurotic as I go meticulously through the manuscript one last time to check for every errant comma or too-oft repeated word. But this is it.
My pal Hart over at her (much more spectacular than mine) blog CONFESSIONS OF A WATERY TART is throwing a Delusional Doom Blogfest for Beware the Ides of March! Here’s the link (hope it works) explaining all. If the link doesn’t work, look under her February 17 entry.
Basically, you get to predict a death or write an obituary, and the only requirement is that it be strange or bizarre or conspiratorial or fun.
So be morbid and literary and participate, y’all.