I’m currently in the process of self-publishing my memoir. I tried going the traditional publishing route. I paid $200 to have my query letter polished by a professional and sent that letter to the agent who was at that $200 session. . .and heard nothing.
I revised the book and queried agents again. Out of about a dozen, a handful immediately rejected me, one sent me very thoughtful feedback, and the rest never bothered to contact me, not even via rejection letter.
I finally decided, Screw it, I’ll just do it myself.
First step: publish through Lulu and edit in book form. Yesterday I finally got it in the mail.
I’m not so visually inclined, hence the minimalist look. Still, it’s pretty cool to have my book in actual book format.
I already see formatting mistakes. The spacing should be 1.5, not double, and I shouldn’t indent before a new section or chapter. I’ve yet to get started on the real nitty gritty – the content! I’m both scared and excited to read it again. It’s been almost a year, and I’m hoping I’ll see things I missed before.
March 2011. That’s my target date. Maybe sooner.
The cover’s going to look different by the way. I’m enlisting the help of a pal who has a great eye and the same aesthetic as I do – clean and simple.
In other news, I’m trying my hand at fiction again for the first time in ages. The Creative Nonfiction journal has a fun weekly Twitter game, in which they offer a theme, and they select their favorite tweets to be published in the next issue.
Last week’s theme was SHOES, and while I didn’t post a tweet, the theme inspired me to start writing a story.
When I was four, I wanted Dorothy’s ruby slippers in the worst way. That’s what I got out of The Wizard of Oz: girl, where’d you get those shoes? I asked my mother if she could get them for me, and for some reason she said yes.
The next time she went shopping, I waited by the door, waiting in anticipation for her to come home. When she finally did, I pounced.
“Did you get the shoes?” I asked.
My mother was loading groceries in the house. “The store was sold out,” she told me.
I had never been so disappointed before. I cried and cried and cried.
I thought, I could get those shoes now but it wouldn’t be the same. Then I started to think, What if there was a woman who did get those shoes as an adult? What would happen?
So there I am. Let’s see where it takes me.
It looks really cool! I went through Lulu a while ago, publishing a couple of short story and poetry collections, but after a while I decided to take them offline. It was fun and I really loved the freedom of making my own choices, but in the end I felt I needed an editor to iron out the little mistakes. I’m terrible at spotting my own typos.
Anyway, best of luck with this!
I never realized you were working on your memoirs. Can’t wait to read them. Good luck with getting everything together.
yeah, i’ve been working on memoir for way too long. there are some excerpts on my writing site: http://writer.angelatung.com/?cat=8
the posts are in backwards order so it may be a little confusing.
Um, I actually really love the cover as it is! It’s the type of cover that if I were to see on a table I would pick it up and buy it
Oh and also, YEAY!!! How exciting was it to hold it in your hands?
sitcomgirl: really? that’s good to know!
it was pretty exciting to hold the book in my hands – but at the same time, i saw all the formatting mistakes on the inside.