Publishing is Heaven for editors and Hell for writers.
Well, maybe it's not Heaven for editors. I wouldn't know. Never been an editor. But I am a writer, and I can state from my experience that PUBLISHING IS HELL.
I have been fighting to publish Heart of Stone. Fighting. I fired my cover artist who held me up for 4 months and hired Peter Ratcliffe who produced a cover in . . . lessee . . . first contact was 15 May 2011 . . . approved cover delivered 28 May 2011 . . . thirteen days.
Rob Siders, whom I hired to format Heart of Stone, recommended Peter. I have been pleased to work with Rob and Amy Siders. Every exchange has been pleasant. He delivered when he said he would. For ebook formatting, I strongly recommend Rob.
So if I have had outstanding positive experiences with Rob and Peter, why am I so pyssed off?
Because those have been my only positive experiences. Everything else sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks.
I know me. I know the way I work. I am goal-oriented and single-minded. When I want some goal done, I will drop other tasks until that goal is achieved. Heart of Stone is the only dymned thing on my DayTimer now. Nothing else is happening.
In the month of May, I wrote 1,500 words. 1,500 words in a month!? I can write 1,500 words in a morning. And so far in June, none, zilch, nada.
I have a short story, Flight Out, ready to go. Okay, needs to have the cover stuck in, but then it can be uploaded to Amazon. I have not looked at it in three weeks.
I know in my bones what Joe Konrath means when he says he would pay an agent's fee -- 15% -- to have someone take the manuscript and publish the book for him.
And now I understand why Hemingway drank so much. 08.20 AM and I have already finished my first glass of wine. I wonder if I'll make it to noon before I break into the 18-year-old Glenfiddich.
Gonna be a helluva teatime today, boys and girls.