I SELF-PUBLISHED MY HOBBY

book cover

After a few friends encouraged me to try to publish my blogs into a book, I decided about six months ago to go for it.  I figured what have I got to lose except face?  I took a few writing classes in NYC as well as “how to get published” classes.  After finishing those classes, I realized A) I do not want to go through the process of writing and submitting pitch letters to hundreds of publishers; and B) it would be unlikely any of them would take the bait.

So I looked more into self-publishing – google “self-published authors, you’d be surprised.   I always considered self-publishing as an egotistic cop out.  I still think it is.  But it was more of a goal for me to reach.  So I’ve reached it.  Plus, my dearest Auntie has the dedication and one of her favorite poems she authored is printed in the back.  She’s always been there for me, when my own parents were not.

To get started on this project, my friend, Joanne, read two full years out of three of my blogs and told me which ones were decent enough to put in a book and which ones were not.    Then I looked into about four different self-publishing companies.  I found they were all very expensive after reading the fine print.  So what, I’m worth it, right?  To reach my goal?  I had it professionally edited twice, a book cover designed, blurbs professionally written up for the back cover, etc.  The whole nine yards.

Most of my pictures were taken with a cell phone, so they were only 72 dpi, which means some look like crap, but some don’t!  (By the way, that’s where the expense comes in, printing my images, I have a lot.)

So since I will only make $1.00 on each book, humor me and go out and buy about 20 for yourself so I can start to re-coop my losses, K?

Thanks.  Click here for Amazon.com link.

PS:  I’ve had better pics taken of me for the cover, but we finally just closed our eyes and picked one.

IS IT GETTING BETTER?

Today I noticed a few things that are different now that I’m on my 3rd week of Cymbalta.

1.  I showered

2.  I went to the grocery store

3. While I was at the grocery store, I got into no arguments.  No crook eye required… at anyone

3. I put a dinner in the crockpot and plugged it in

4. I ordered a part for Andrea’s Cuisinart that’s been needing repair

5. I fit back into my skinny jeans – never mind what size they are, they are still labeled as “skinny”

I also, clearly, forgot how to number properly.