Time to fess up. I made a decision a few months ago - round about October or November - that I would self-publish. It wasn't a new idea. It was Plan A back in 2006, but I wanted to snoop around the traditional publishing world first, to see what was on offer. The idea of my writerly self and my entrepreneurial self being let loose on the same project excited me. As the new and shiny world of e-publishing got newer and shinier, I lusted after it even more. When I pulled together statistics about the earnings of traditionally published writers, and the time-frame for publication, the shininess of the alternative was almost blinding, and I gave in to my guilty longing to be an indie author.
I sent out some missives. 'Dear ***, Thank you for considering my manuscript but I am no longer seeking representation. Yours etc...' It was unexpected - and flattering - to be challenged on this, but I stood by my decision. Brave or idiotic? Too soon to say.
There are so many reasons behind this choice. Some are general and others are personal to me. It certainly is not the path for everyone, and there is much work to be done that I could have avoided if I chose the traditional route, but I am learning every day. I planned to keep it to myself until the last second but then I realised I'm cheating everyone out of the journey. The blog is From Brain to Bookshelf, after all. Any advice on ISBNs, etc would be very gratefully received.
The first bound galley is on its way here. Doubtless, there will be much editing to do when it arrives. The cover is complete, but I need to see how it looks on the physical book, and I have a book vid! Wanna see?