Last month I finally self- published my novel, Vixens
of Vanishing Island and I cried.
Not only did I cry, but I cried in the Applebee’s in
Geeze, what a baby.
But I gotta say, I needed the release. I had been
creating and writing and editing for 18 months — as
in 'I could have given birth twice —if I were 20 years
I used to stick my nose up at self-publishing, and
then I published with a big-shot publisher and wasn’t
impressed. Sure, the book earned rave reviews, was
in TIME Magazine and got me TV appearances
I sold a ton of books and still made only enough on
royalties to…eat at Applebee’s!
This time around I decided to make all the decisions - warts (and typos) are all on me.
But Goddamn, don’t you love the cover?
|I love this cover so much I could eat it.|
But back to Ukiah…the Warriors were playing their
last BBall championship game and it was on all 20
TV’s and I logged on to Amazon and found that my
book was LIVE!
I broke down.
“Umm, what’s wrong?” The Husband inquired over
will win, don’t worry.”
I shot him a look of pure evil, pointed to my phone
and stomped out, finding a bench to sit and sob out
A few minutes later, I dried my eyes, pulled my
underwear out of my ass and walked back into the
restaurant and people cheered. I looked up and
beamed that I was finally getting the respect I
deserved as a writer— and quickly realized the
Warriors had clinched the title. But that was fine, The Husband was waiting, stood up and hugged me tight.
“I am so proud of you,” he whispered into my ear.
“And I saved you an egg roll.”
I would love to hear your stories about publishing both with a big-shot publisher and self-publishing!