Saturday, July 8, 2017

There’s No Crying in Self-Publishing!


Last month I finally self- published my novel, Vixens 

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 
younger.'

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 
nationwide.

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 
his beer and Cheeseburger Egg Rolls. “The Warriors 
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 
my relief and happiness.

This is not really me. 


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!