I’m afraid it’s true. Gradually I’ve accepted the hard fact I’ll be starting from the beginning once again. My first hurdle was to decide the exact size my book would be. Easy. 5.25″x 8″, just like the rest of my already published soft covered books. This way my books will all line up neatly on my shelves. Suddenly I found myself thinking, “This self publishing thing might not be so bad after all!” I sailed through my next task also, choosing white paper instead of cream. No problem. Then–WHAM! Suddenly I was faced with the question of deciding if I wanted the free ISBN (International Standard Book Number) CreateSpace was offering, or if I wanted to buy my own. ISBN’s danced before my sleepless eyes. Which would I choose? I read everything I could find on the subject. In the end I closed my eyes and rightly or wrongly pointed to the H. H. Bowker Agency, the country-wide distributor of ISBNs. I settled on Bowker’s discount offer, so now I am the proud owner of ten ISBN’s and an EAN barcode I’d never heard of until recently. Should I add a UPC also, I wondered? I was becoming so immersed in this alphabet-soup of codes that the other night my daughter asked me if I was planning to put a frosting barcode on the chocolate birthday cake I’d be making her later this week. Maybe I should. (To be continued)
Actually I haven’t been anywhere. Just working. Hard. I’ve been learning by doing, as in “Publishing My Own Book.” And since I started out from zero, I’ve had a great deal to learn. One of the first facts I discovered was that it would have been better to start out with something short, like a novella. Get my toes wet. That would have been the sensible thing. Instead I waded right into the swirling water with no boots and my unwieldy 355 page manuscript. I’m certain the gods of publishing got a good laugh from that. But somehow, kicking and fighting the tide every inch of the way, I managed to reach my first goal of seeing my masterpiece pop up on the screen of my Kindle. A miracle! Now I’ve found I have to start all over again, facing new challenges, if I hope to hold the print version of “Cursed By A Cupid” in my hand. Tell me it’s not true? (To Be Continued)
I’ve just found out that yesterday was World Dictionary Day. And I, who have a whole long bookshelf filled with dictionaries, had no idea. Although I’m sure at one point during the day I did open one of my many books of words to check on something, so it isn’t as though they were totally neglected. Still. Now, even if it’s a day late, I’d like to wish one and all a very happy World Dictionary Day! After all, where would we be without Noah Webster?
Tags: Dictionaries, Noah Webster, Words
I love October. But I always feel it should be announced with a drum roll or something. For one thing, it’s the most colorful month. Breathtaking reds, yellows, deep golds are everywhere you turn. Of course, if you happen to be the one who’s responsible for removing all those gorgeous leaves when they fall, you might be just a bit less impressed. And October’s also become the official beginning of the holiday season. I was reminded of that when I tried to buy a new leaf blower this afternoon. I was lost among not only all the pumpkins and Halloween costumes, but Christmas trees were being set up, and boxes of dolls and other toys were stacked everywhere. Back home without the blower, I pretended not to notice any fallen leaves anywhere on our property. Instead I tried focusing on the lower branch on one of our sweet gum trees. For a few days now the star-shaped leaves have been a brilliant crimson. I’m hoping that’s causing our neighbors to forget those adorable, prickly, little brown balls the tree spreads far and wide the rest of the year.
No, you haven’t fallen asleep like Rip Van Winkle! And, no, I haven’t looked at the wrong page on my calendar. It’s just that I’ve decided to announce that my Christmas short story will be in the December issue of True Story magazine. Over the years I’ve written and sold tons of short stories to magazines. Although I love writing the shorts, it’s my full-length books I usually focus on. Anyway, when November rolls around and if you feel in the mood, pick up the Christmas issue of True Story magazine and find out why it takes a cat, a run-down Victorian house, a left-over Christmas tree, and the sound of church bells, for a couple to discover they’re actually in love with one another. The title’s “Not A Creature Was Stirring, Not Even A ….” Hope you like it.
I’m extremely happy to report that my Office Manager is not only still here, but seems to be as good as new. She’s amazing. She’s furiously battling with my shoe laces again, and returned to her job of waking me each morning at six. Right now she’s curled up asleep here in her office chair. The only problem we’ve had lately is that when she’s outdoors she’s started taking her cue from the squirrels. Tail in the air, she walks right past her yellow water bowl, to cling to the coping of the pool while she takes a long, refreshing drink. I doubt the chlorine is very good for her. But who knows? Anyway the pool’s been winterized and covered now, so that’s been taken care of. Winter. Are we ready for it? I haven’t even raked the leaves yet!