I’m sitting at my desk so much I just wore out the office chair and the plastic chair mat that lets the wheels roll around instead of digging into the carpet. I just put down a new mat when the shock absorber gadget in the main column started leaking black oil. Oh, well. Put a new chair on the to-do list.
I’m working as hard as I can to make this publishing effort work, but I suspect I’m working on the wrong tasks. I just made several runs through the layout and proofing of Lighter Than Air, while waiting for another finished proof copy of Roswell or Bust to arrive in the mail. I spend hours making the text pleasing to see and easy to read. I’m working long hours layout out the covers, and being a slave-driver to the artists working on the art, trying for a perfect image.
I want these books to be perfect, and I keep learning more and more about how to put it all together.
But making a great book isn’t my problem. The real problem is that no one knows that they exist.
Distribution is the key. It’s tough to get the word out, and even if you do, it’s tough to get the books out where the buyers are.