As you can see from my sidebar, I’m beginning to get the new covers up for my previously published books. I’m filling out stat sheets to have more covers made. Today, Sylvia will be walking me through the process of how to upload my work. I have two books ready to go and another one on the way. If some reason I don’t get how to do this whole process (always a possibility, since I’m a slow learner), then I have a lovely lady willing to do it for me. I just thought I should give it a shot first. I never thought of myself as an Indie publisher. I’ve worked hard to get the book deals that I’ve landed. I’d always figured that I would continue to pursue N.Y. publishing, but now I’m not so sure. I am enjoying the short story market. I hope I continue to sell my work there. But I’ve been thinking a lot about what Stephen King said about when an author should approach an agent. Please forgive the paraphrase. He said, “An author shouldn’t worry about getting an agent until they are making a lot of sales. Until you are, the author isn’t worth the agent’s time.” Right now, I’m curious if that’s the case. I am hearing a lot of stories from friends and acquaintances about agents dropping people because they aren’t ‘bestseller enough’. WTF?
I’m entering the Indie market with several previously published books. They will be re-edited, but I have no idea how well they will do. The whole experiment might be a bust. I don’t think so, but you never know. I will be curious to see how it progresses. I have three original pieces that I will probably add to my re-releases. One will be coming out for sure, since it ties into one of the books I’m releasing. My plan is to keep you updated on my progress. The ups and downs of self-publishing my backlist and the lessons I learn along the way.
I was getting my hair done the other day and overheard the woman next to me talking about her dog. It was a rescue animal. Apparently, someone thought that putting a litter of puppies in a sealed plastic bag and dumping them in the trash was an okay thing to do. Most of them died. Three survived. Her dog was one of the three. As I listened horrified, I realized something: How someone treats animals truly reflects what kind of person they are on the inside.
And I personally don’t want to be anywhere near that rotting flesh. Sometimes people really piss me off.