Like Pulling Teeth. Out of my Scalp 5: Back at Last.

It’s been a while since I’ve visited upon you, good reader, the plights of an aspiring writer trying to self-publish his first book.  Admittedly, a large part of my absence has been due to the pronounced lack of such plights.  Some delays were inevitable – waiting for illustrations to be finished, which my very talented artist finished at amazing speed.

There was the slightly panic-filled adventure where I found myself desperately trying to find and master an inexpensive (free) layout program after figuring the Word Starter bundled with my laptop wouldn’t do the trick.  The problem was easily settled by changing my mind and using Word anyhow.  Turns out it works pretty well.  It’s not professional level layout software, but not being a professional layout artist, I wouldn’t know what to do with that kind of software anyway.  So, everything worked out.

After a trip to a printer, I discovered to my pleasant surprise that what I feared would be some unruly monstrosity actually looked pretty good in the industry-standard pocket book size that I was aiming for.  And, during another episode of You Don’t Know What You’ll Find on the ’Net until Needs Demand You Look, I also found some neat software for drawing maps.  The Kingdom of Steragos and surrounding nations can now make an appearance in my book.

At times like this, I find myself dwelling on how many great resources I’ve had helping me make this mess.  One of my dearest friends is a mother of three, and a fan of fantasy.  Not only was I able to get her valuable input, but the input of her daughter as well.  At eight years of age, she may not yet be in the target demographic, but she’s a smart kid with a lot to say.  What’s more:  she’ll grow.

I don’t know where I’d be in this project without the help of my dear friend Mae.  If you hadn’t met her before, Mae’s the founder of this site, and can be recognized by her piercing blue eyes, physically visible love of punk music (there was this one time where she raised her left eyebrow, and the Edward-Scissorhands guy from the Clash just appeared right next to her.  Man, he was baffled), and the massive supply of classical and modern literature being fed directly into her bloodstream via IV.  She has been of inestimable help to me in this adventure, pointing out my gaffes (on my request!), serving as a fashion consultant (the book is set during a fictionalized 1920s period, a part of history Mae is fascinated by), and being a much-needed soundboard in many different ways.  She’s been an awesome friend and consultant, and I value her counsel greatly.

Kurt and Tessa, my bosses and friends at my teaching gig, have put in a tremendous amount of helpful input, including the suggestion of putting a map of the fictional country I created in the book.  This was something I’d have never thought of doing on my own, simply because I didn’t think myself capable of doing so.  Never made a map before; how do I do one now?  Well, as it turns out:

Steragos

Now, I may not be the greatest cartographer ever, but I’m proud of this.  I didn’t know I could make anything like this at all, and thus, didn’t think I could do it.  It’s funny to think about how this project has presented me with seemingly daunting tasks which turned out to be skill-broadening challenges.  If you’re going to write a book, you’re going to have to bring your A-game.  I don’t know if I’ve done that, but I made a map anyhow.

Next time, we’ll discuss the ins and outs of print-on-demand.  I’m going with Createspace this time; I’ve heard good things about them.  I’ll be sure to hit you with all the details of any skull-bursting headaches if they come knocking.

’Til then.

 

 

Forecast: Expect it to Continue Raining Animals and Books for a Few More Days

The move took an excruciatingly stretched-out five days. The truck rental company screwed us over, leaving us scrambling for a replacement moving van at the last minute. Our mattress did not fit up the 19th-century spiral staircase. We had to send an extra couch to the curb, because it was too fat to fit in any of the 4 doors. We are sleeping on the couch, and unpacking boxes with the verve and fitness of creaky 90-year-olds. We will not have Internet or cable until Tuesday afternoon. What does this mean for you, dear readers? Until then, expect cell phone photos of my animals and books and maybe a quote or two. Regular content resumes on Wednesday.

Moving House

The Chef and I, with the help of a few generous friends and relations and the trusted Wimbledon removals firm, are moving house this weekend. Friday through Monday. I apologize in advance if my posts are short and few during this time, and if I am slow to respond to comments. I love all my darling readers, and cannot wait to come back and share my bookish adventures with you.

Until then, I leave you with this manifestation of how I feel about the actual process of moving.

Woman in top hat, late 1800s

Woman in top hat, late 1800s [Photographer: Unknown Source: Retronaut]

“This house sheltered us, we spoke, we loved within those walls. That was yesterday. To-day we pass on, we see it no more, and we are different, changed in some infinitesimal way. We can never be quite the same again.”-Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

Awards Announcement!

Let’s be real: we enjoy receiving awards. They are sweet acknowledgments that readers like our blog. We appreciate everyone who has taken the time to nominate us for various awards these last few months. Unfortunately, we’ve lost track of a few of them and for that we apologize. Keeping awards in play is awfully time-consuming and repetitive: there are only so many personal facts we have to share. Frankly, we’d rather spend the time creating new content for the blog. Although we’ve no desire to hurt the feelings of our nominators, a compromise is definitely required.

It’s a work in progress so, whilst things are subject to change, here’s what we’ve come up with after much thought:

  • Any future awards will be immediately acknowledged, because we really are grateful! We will be up front if we do not have the time to pass them on. Please understand that we write and edit and create things for a living. This blog is not a hobby, but an extension of what we do in the real world. There are only so many balls we can keep in the air!
  • We are finally going to create a blogroll! There are so many amazing blogs that Kevin and I follow, and we’d love to share them with you. They are all worthy of your time and mental space. These blogs deserve all of the awards on WordPress.
  • We will do an occasional post spotlighting newly discovered awesome blogs.
  • In another effort to share the love with our favourite blogs, we will be creating our own award. I know, I know. Creating an award to make up for the fact that we receive too many awards to handle probably doesn’t sound like the most logical solution, but bear with us. This award will not require recipients to give it to others. It will make perfect sense when you have the details. More on that later.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS:

Thank you, Morgan, from I am a heathen, for nominating us for the Versatile Blogger Award.

Versatile Blogger Award

Versatile Blogger Award

Thanks, Nanuschka, for nominating us for a 3-in-1 Award. Check out Nanuschka’s Blog here.

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire for Passionate Readers-Let’s Review

[R]evolving Incarnations: A Questionnaire For Passionate Readers is an interview series done in classic Q&A format. Each entry features one intrepid writer/blogger/artist/creative mastermind as they take on the same 40 reading-themed questions and scenarios.

So far we’ve featured 3 amazing bloggers. If you missed any of their interviews, now is a great time to catch up!

INTRO

JENNIFER

CASSIE

R.A.

We’ve Reached a Milestone Thanks to You Lovely People

We’ve racked up quite the decent amount of followers in the sixteen months that A Small Press Life has been on WordPress. Yesterday, I noticed that a milestone of awesome and humbling proportions was passed. I want to take a few seconds to thank all of our readers, who help make this place whatever this place is (of which you are the judges, not us, so we’ll leave it at that). Kevin and I are indebted to all of you for making A Small Press Life‘s comments section a home for intelligent, witty, and lively literary discourse. While we’d take quality over quantity any day, you’ve given us both. Dead Writers still rock, and so do you!

Since I cannot bake cupcakes for the lot of you, here’s a pic instead:

A recreation of my surprised, we-have-how-many-followers? face.

A webcam recreation of my surprised, we-have-how-many-followers? face.

Some Thoughts on Being Away and Getting Back on Track

  • It’s been nice writing post titles that do not contain the words goblins or Internet.
  • It takes days to go through more than a thousand e-mails.
  • Writing is, as I’ve known since the age of 6, nearly as important to me as breathing.
  • However, there is more to life than filling up blank page upon blank page. It’s important to enjoy the concrete pleasures of the real world on a steady basis.
  • The active spaces between writing are actually what makes writing possible in the first place. It is where perspective originates.
  • I cannot stop thinking like a writer. It is how I view the world, how I filter my experiences, how I am wired.
  • Writing is both a compulsion and a privilege.
  • There are few things in this world greater than an unchecked, wanton reading spree.
  • Writing keeps my life organized.
  • Writing abets my sanity.
  • I have a lot of catching up to do, both on here and with my freelance work.
  • My sense of purpose has been renewed.
  • I have the best readers in the world.
Nancy Carroll agrees that it's wonderful to be back, darlings!

Nancy Carroll agrees that it’s wonderful to be back, darlings!

 

Back in Business!

Our Internet is functioning again. I repeat: our Internet is functioning again! Please bear with me as I try to manipulate my professional life back to some kind of recognizable order. It might take a few days. Thank you for your patience. My readers are the best readers. Don’t even try to deny it, lovelies. This is how I feel right now, in no small part because of you…

A Gaiety Girl, 1893

A Gaiety Girl, 1893.

Internet Goblins 3, Maedez 0

A very nice technician was able to restore our cable feed, but the goblins foiled his many heroic efforts to fix our  Internet problem. The prognosis? It should be up and running by Monday afternoon. I could cry. I am going to drown my sorrows in the sweet satisfactions of a UK Kit Kat bar and a few pages of Shaw.

Internet Goblins: Update

The Internet Goblins still have the upper hand, but not for long: everything will be fixed on Friday. I cannot wait to wholeheartedly re-join the WordPress community with deeper quality content than what I’ve been able to post these last few days. Thanks for hanging in there, dear readers. You are the  best!

This is how I feel after 5 days without Internet access.

Brenda Starr, March 1947

Brenda Starr, March 1947