Is it silly to be so excited to see my novel in real book form since I simply published it myself? Because it still feels pretty cool.
I got the first proof in the mail a week ago and discovered the margins and spacing were not what I'd expected at all, so I made adjustments and ordered another. This one I went through and located final typos, etc., uploaded the new file, and approved the final copy.
And essentially hit "Publish" and now it's out there in the world.
So without any fanfare, sitting at my laptop this morning, I launched my first novel. Crazy. I will do some kind of formal announcement in another couple of weeks when the ebook version comes out, but in the meantime you can buy a physical copy at the CreateSpace estore and it should be available on Amazon in a week. It's the same price either place (which I didn't select, $11.05 was the minimum option for a paperback of that size for some reason) but I make about twice the royalties (meaning around $4 instead of $2) at CreateSpace. I have no idea why.
This is exciting! And, um...terrifying. But most of all, it's done. For better or for worse I can put this book behind me and move on to the next one. And now that I am in charge of this process myself I believe I can roll that book out sometime next year.
In the meantime, if you like my writing, buy my book! (And if you spot any typos I missed just don't tell me because it's DONE I tell you. DONE!)
(And if you want to read it but don't want to be sad just email me and I'll tell you on which page to stop and we can live in happy denial that I write sad stories.)
UPDATE: Now available on Amazon! You can even read an excerpt there.