Yesterday, I went from a writer to an author-in-waiting. My main contact, I will call him Mitch, was charming and had a great sense of humour. (Real handsome too – I saw the Team pictures). After the second conversation, when I picked up his call, his first words were “Give me your questions.” I spent hours reviewing the process with him and trying to make sure I understood the difference between direct distribution and managed distribution; POD “print-on-demand” and bulk printing orders. Then I was horrified to discover once my book is printed, “I have to buy it!” Who knew? I had no words!
Once off the phone last evening with Mitch—negotiating done; my husband, I call him “the skinny guy,” opened a celebratory bottle of wine—“McManus” red for him and “Lindemans” Pinot Grigio, with ice for me. After two glasses, I fell asleep on the sofa and at the stroke of midnight, he woke me and off to bed. Still awake at 2 am, I resignedly (is that a word?) snuck out of bed and started reading Essential Guide to Getting Your Book Published -Eckstut and Sterry (Workman Publishing, NY 2015) —— which is amazing and humorous. The subtitle “Getting Titular: Titles and Subtitles” was quite stimulating at 3 am. When I got to Agent Relations: Snafus and Scary Silences” — I stumbled back to my bed, in the pitch black and listened to vigorous snoring. I finally dozed off after 17 Our Father’s .
Coffee, coffee – give me coffee and no one (the skinny guy, in particular) will not get hurt!
I opened to my daily message from Tut, I call him Mike (Dooley is his last name) as I actually met him at the Writer’s Conference last year in Orlando. I will dig out the picture next blog. I’d do it now but this blog could all disappear so don’t want to take any chances. It kind of startled me as I read his message as it appeared he knew everything going on in my life right now: