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
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?
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| 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
my relief and happiness.
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| 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!
