Archive for September 7th, 2010


on September 7, 2010 in Misc 8 Comments »

Ever get the feeling that you’re disappearing under the pile of stuff you have to get done?


As of now I’m more than halfway through editing The Compass Master.  I should feel some relief.  I should pat myself on the back for seriously editing about a hundred pages of my big honkin’ manuscript over the three-day holiday weekend.  Sitting at my desk and working longer than a normal (non-writer) human being should merits some kind of praise.

So why do I feel that per usual I didn’t get enough done?

You know how it is.  Just when you start to see the light at the end of the tunnel (I’ll have my manuscript fully edited by the end of September!), you remember that you also have a *1%$# load of related tasks to see to.  I want to self-publish my novel before the end of the year (a goal my tax accountant is strongly encouraging)?  Then I have to start creating simultaneously the support structure around that publication.  

This means having a website for my novel ready to go, and since I lack the appropriate geek savvy to design it myself I have to pay someone else to do it, and be ready to tell him or her exactly what I want.  My book could be available at least on Amazon before Christmas?  Then according to publishing experts I should be launching my publicity efforts for Compass right about… NOW!  Oh, and don’t forget that I also need to have a clear idea of the cover for my book so that I can give good instructions to my hired artist, whoever he or she will be.

Anyway, enough of my whining.  The fact is, I’m the one who has chosen to go the self-publishing route. Yes, I wish so much that my agent had been able to find a big, fancy New York publisher to take a chance on my book.  I came very close a couple times – once all the way up to the editor-in-chief. But it didn’t happen, hence here I am in my self-publishing predicament.

But on the bright side…

My novel is finally going to be in print very soon.  That means it’s going to be REAL.

moby sculpture

If you’re a writer you know exactly what I mean.  Doesn’t matter if your friends have read your manuscript and loved it.  Nothing counts if your relatives (if you’re lucky and have a couple supportive members in that crowd) swear your stack of loose pages are better than all the published books they’ve read this year. If your novel is still just a photocopied manuscript in a drawer, it’s somehow not really a book. If it’s only in an electronic format you’ve emailed as an attachment to some loved ones, then it’s merely virtual.  For a writer, a novel has to take a physical shape with some heft and texture to be real.  And no, I don’t want to get into the argument about e-readers and electronic downloading today, ’cause I’m talking psychology, not technology.

Well, very soon now The Compass Master will be a real book. A hold-in-your-hands, genuine trade paperback.  I’ll give away some copies. I’ll do what promotion I can on it without going crazy or worrying about sales. And maybe because my novel is finally in print and real and I can touch, then maybe I can go back to having a normal non-writer’s life.