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It has been a long time since I've actually blogged about my life. There's a reason for that, and it mostly has to do with work. As long as work people have access to my blog, there are certain things I can't be wildly open about - like starting my own business.

Of course, this is not a problem if you quit. Which I just did.

Out of the blue? Yes. But then again, no. I have known I would quit as soon as publishing got off the ground for a while. I jumped the gun by a month or two because I quickly became convinced that publishing couldn't get off the ground if I didn't devote myself to it full-time. These are the things that convinced me:

1. a release date set for one month from tomorrow.
2. two other authors waiting behind it, plus an additional e-book, all three which need to be edited.
3. the first author's first book which we may be able to get the rights to, which also needs to be edited (again).
4. needing to set up in-store events for every weekend from July through forever.
5. needing to set up radio interviews, library discussions, rotary and kiwanas talks, books groups, internet forums, and who knows what all else for all the weekdays in between.
6. repeating numbers 4 and 5 for other authors...
7. oh, why bother. the list will just go on forever.

So that's why I quit. In just over a week, I will be spending 50-60 hours a week working on a publishing company. We will be the next Penguin. Just you wait and see.

Comments

  1. Can I be fourth in line??? I will be your children's author!

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  2. I need to set up my submission guidelines. Since announcing that I'm running a publishing company (which has not yet printed a book, mind you), I've had at least ten requests to be published or to be hired. About five of them occurred within a span of one hour when everyone at the bookstore found out.

    But yes, if you write something, and if you are willing to work hard to sell it, I will publish you. :)

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  3. Only 60 hours a week?? Pish-tosh. Prepare yourself for 80+ if you really want to be the next Penguin!
    But I believe you can do it! And I can supply the coffee...

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  4. I really do want to be Penguin!!! They are my heroes of books.

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  5. This makes me happy. Of course. :P

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  6. You could call your company 'I Pinguini" - Italian for "The Penguins." It has a nice ring to it...

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