On New Year’s 2014, I made the resolution to publish my first novel before the end of the year. When I made that vow
my plan was to self-publish quick and dirty, but then in June, I miraculously had a publisher contact me
with interest in Mr. 8. I spent two
weeks asking questions, researching them online, rereading the contract, having
heart-to-hearts with a published friend of mine, and then I made the
decision to sign.
My publisher, Booktrope, operated on a new model, where project teams
collaborated and earned a share of the profits rather than any upfront payments. As
the author, I was the head of my team and got to choose when my book would be
launched. I decided on the week before Christmas. The novel takes place at that
time of year, sales are high with holiday shopping, and I’d fulfill my
resolution. It all made sense.
What could possibly go wrong?
