I’m exhausted. Tomorrow is Greg’s birthday and I plan to force him to take the day off to go do something fun. Usually this is not an issue. If I say, “Hey I think we should take the day off,” then he’s usually all for it. But it’s been raining for two weeks straight, and neither of us are crazy about driving in torrential downpours. At the very least I will drag him off dinner somewhere.
Besides the fact, that it is indeed his birthday, and I’d never let it go uncelebrated, the truth is I need to get away from the computer. I torched for six hours tonight and it was a joy to just sit there and work. But here I am back at the computer doing publishing stuff.
Yesterday was an emotional high. The book got here. It’s gorgeous. I love it. I held it in my hands. All that lovely stuff. Then I uploaded files for Kindle, PubIt!, etc. I spent all day doing that. Then I got an email this morning about a typo on the first page. The first page! No less than five people have proofed this book and it was professionally edited. We all missed it. Every single one of us. I don’t fault anyone. No one can catch everything in a full length novel. But my high fizzled into a “Oh my God!” I already ordered the first round of books. What if there are a ton more?
I don’t really think there are a ton more. Greg did find one on page 76 today. It was very minor. Again something easy to overlook. The great thing about self-publishing is I can reload all those files with the changes. Not really that big of a deal. But still all of the work to get here and it being my first book, I am just exhausted. Mentally worn out.
Oh, I know. All books, even the ones from New York have typos that slip through. It happens all the time. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, it happens.
On the other hand, I am so thrilled with positive response y’all have had to this book. I can’t thank you enough for believing in me. Thank you for sharing in the excitement. It’s meant the world to me.