The proof copy of the printed version of ‘COAST: An Act Of Burial’ arrived yesterday.
The title of this post notwithstanding, I’m not feeling as excited as I think I should be. It’s not in any way anticlimactic, but to hold my printed novel for the first time just didn’t feel quite as ‘special’ as I was expecting. Perhaps I’m just a really, really boring kinda guy. Other writers have spoken to me of their thrill at receiving the first physical copy of their work, but I seem to have taken this first-in-a-lifetime event rather disappointingly in my pragmatic stride. Typical male, haha — men think, women feel.
I’ve made a couple of changes to the cover and submitted it for review again. Then I’ll request another proof copy. Once the proof is okay I can get going with some sales of physical books. This should hopefully just take a couple of days and so perhaps the printed version will be available by the end of next week at my e-store.
I was taken to task this week by my friend Sergeant Crabfat, who spotted some technical issues in the story, mostly to do with the sounds that bullets make in flight — although he did tell me he’s enjoying the read. I’m very grateful to him for correcting me on these details and I’ll certainly fix them in the sequel. To be fair though, I already did a gargantuan amount of research to get as many details right as possible, so that fact that so few slipped through the net is actually quite encouraging. As I said to my friend, there’s only so much research one person can do.
The other and somewhat vindicating side of this particular coin, however, is that this week it was again assumed that I am an ex-spy, former special agent or retired covert operative. Now, I can’t comment on specific details, but clearly the reader will draw (and is apparently drawing) their own conclusion. How’s that for an ambiguous answer to a leading question?
Roger and out, X.
This morning I was able to view an online proof of the printed version of ‘COAST: An Act Of Burial’ and it’s looking pretty good. However, just to be certain I’ve ordered a physical proof version which will arrive next week. Shortly after that, I’ll be able to sell it, either directly or via my e-store. Isn’t it funny how everything seems to begin with e- or i- these days? I’m off to get an iQuarter e-pounder with iCheese.
The printed version will be going out at $19.99 from my e-store, but if you buy a copy from me directly you might get a slightly more favorable iDeal. Don’t forget; you can already get an e-book of the novel from Amazon, Kobo, B&N and Sony. There are reviews appearing at some of the sites.
Yesterday we filmed (videoed) some more material for this interview to which I subjected myself a couple of weeks ago. This was done at work, where we have a very controlled environment and, to all intents and purposes, went really iWell. Now it’s up to e-Ryley and iNick, the directors, to turn it all into something cohesive. I’m looking forward to seeing the finished iResult, albeit e-nervously. The interviewer, by the way, was local actor and all-round decent e-chap called Damien Bartlett whose most recent iClaim to fame has been working on the independent e-movie ‘Rufus‘, which will more-than-likely be the last movie made in iSaskatchewan until someone gets rid of the ridiculously short-sighted and contemptibly stupid iPremier who recently dumped the provincial film tax credit scheme. What an e-muppet. He can go sit on an iTack.
A bunch of iPeople are reviewing the novel right now and so hopefully there’ll be more e-reviews online soon. Those and additional sales links will be iPublished as soon as we e-get them. Stay iTuned!
iRoger and out, e-X.
Review copies are going out… Once in the hands of the reviewers I’m at their mercy! Let me make this perfectly clear though: I don’t expect glowing reviews; I want honest ones. If any book review happens to be both, this blogger will be very pleased indeed. N.B.; if you’re into reviewing books and would like a review copy, please get in touch.
It’s funny: I’ve finalized the manuscript for my spy novel and sent it off to Bookbaby for epub (the filetype that most e-readers use) formatting. Yet I’m so used to coming up with ideas and edits for the text that my brain’s still doing it without having to try. This is a bit of a pain because some of them are good ideas which can’t be included now—but they might make it to the sequel(s). I also find I’m worrying about small details as though they’ll ruin the whole thing in the eyes of the reviewer. Yesterday I went off on some mental rabbit-trail about a character holding a certain object, only to find that in my nervousness I’d recalled it inaccurately and there was nothing actually wrong. I think I need to chill.
Printing out review copies has been an interesting exercise. How to fill a room with the essence of laser printing or what? They make a certain highly recognizable niff which seemed to pervade the whole office. It turns out that the book prints on exactly a hundred pages of letter, double-sided with a ten point font. I don’t know what speed this particular laser printer is supposed to run at, but it made short work of the 172,000 word book and squirted out three whole copies before the toner died (which, in fairness, was already getting low). When I went to buy a new toner cartridge I realized—with shock—the methodology by which the printer manufacturers are driving such nice cars: The printer may be a couple of hundred bucks, but the four toner cartridges total more than twice as much and there are no third-party versions available. So everyone rushes out to buy the printer thinking what a good deal it is, then they have to sell their children to afford the next toner. Whilst such cunning on the part of the manufacturer reeks of cheating in my eyes, I do kinda wish I’d thought of it.
Right, I must away. These review copies aren’t going to laminate, bind and post themselves!
Roger and out, X.