Thanksgiving Day. I'm writing this from my sister's house in Richmond, VA. My home.
About two months ago I received the first copies of my book. Ten of them. Excitement was in the air. I was (and am) a published author! Cool. I meant to keep a copy for myself, but wound up giving them all away. A few weeks ago I bought three more copies, and gave two of them away. (The other was sold. I needed the cash.) Once again I have no copies. But the pdf text is still with me.
A Facebook announcement was in order, but first I tried the links to make sure they were good. My friends responded well to the announcement and I created an "author" page for the book, but I haven't really done anything to promote the page except change the title picture. I don't want to be pushy. Self-promotion has never been my forte.
The first ten copies went to family and friends, many of whom were my 'readers'. All had presented good reviews for the book, and a couple were exceptional. My sister's husband is not a guy who reads a lot, but his evaluation was excellent. Another, my aunt Faye, who is a retired university professor gave the story high marks. She loved it, said there were no grammatical errors, and I had an excellent command of the English language. Cute. (It was actually her evaluation that prompted me to try and publish.) Everyone else liked the story too, so I was happy that Page Publishing picked it up. I put a special note inside each cover and sent the books away.
A few weeks later I checked my author's page and found out the book was in the 'promotional stage'. Page's people had put together a press release about my book. A copy was sent to me for my own perusal, and it was good. I commented on one thing. The same word was used twice in the same sentence. They changed the word and I approved it forthwith.
Thanks to my editor Courtney, who supervised all this. My experience with Page Publishing is still overwhelmingly good.
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