I’ve thought long and hard about writing this post, as you can see from my two week absence. For part of that, however, I was recovering from the removal of four wisdom teeth. By recovering, I totally mean milking it. Hey, don’t judge me. When I see an opportunity for a break I’m taking it. I used that break to formulate a post about the publishing experience my mom and I had with our cookbook.
A vanity press is a publishing company that requires payment from an author to publish their book as well as little to no selection criteria. A solid publisher won’t require payment to publish your work; your book is supposed to make the money. They’re also going to be particular about what they choose for that reason.
Our “publishing company” was able to dodge that label (vanity press) by calling the $3990 requirement a marketing retainer. It was supposed to go towards a team that would actively promote our work. They also wrote on their page and in initial e-mails that they were selective with acceptances. Keep this in mind as you read on. Continue reading “Writer Beware”
Beauty. Excitement. Joy. Inspiring. Love – endless and incomprehensible. Learning. Changing. Tears. Overwhelming. Fear. Anxiety. Sadness. Hard. Hardships. Defeat.
My children are currently 4.5 (almost 5 – gasp!) and 1.5, and yet all of those words (and more) are words that I would use to describe motherhood. I have had the privilege to experience every one of those emotions and/or bodily functions. Maybe, since this is about motherhood, poo should have been mentioned up there somewhere; it’s not like we can ever get away from it.
When I see newly married couples in the afterglow of a fresh night’s sleep and basking in their unwavering attention and love for each other I feel two things: happy and jealous. Happy because I remember those days, and I remember them fondly. I wouldn’t begrudge anyone that feeling. Jealous because I would really, really like a full night’s sleep. The other stuff I still have. I mean, that love and attention is buried a little, but I still have it. What I don’t have is sleep. I miss it. When these couples ask about motherhood and say, “We just can’t wait to start a family,” I see that rosy hue to their eyes. I remember how I thought it would be. Continue reading “Motherhood is rose-ish.”
Apparently, today is April Fool’s day. Am I the only person that never notices when that day is here? What I do know is that it’s a Wednesday. I know that we are exactly halfway through my 4 YO’s spring break. As I slam my 10 oz of It Works greens (that I’ve had ready to go since I made my morning coffee) at 10 at night, as my 4 YO is still randomly shouting from her bed for me (while trying to convince me that she is, in fact, sleeping) and I have only gotten to page 97 of my book’s corrected proof, I find that it is both bitter and sweet. It has been so nice to spend this time with her. To share in some firsts with her and give her special treatment – what kid on vacation doesn’t want special treatments and activities? Heck, I still want that when it’s the weekend. *Hey, hun, can I go sleep over at Tiffany’s? Her husband said it was okay!* *Followed by the most un-hide-able panicked face my husband has ever made.* I miss all that time I got to spend with her before she started school. It’s probably why I’m at her school so much. I just miss her.
Along with all that sweet is the bitter. All the work that I didn’t get done yet promised I would. See, on St. Patrick’s day (it’s only fitting since I am Irish – among other things, but I don’t claim them very often, if ever) my mom and I officially became Tate Publishing’s newest authors. I come from a food-oriented family and my mom is the best cook I know. We decided to write a cookbook to fill our gluten free diet. I couldn’t write the cookbook without her. We teamed up, and it took us 3.5 years to sign with a publishing company and an additional 6 months (so 4 years total) to get the manuscript into our publisher. That happened in September. We are currently in the final phase (of 5), approving the proof.
We got the second proof back on Friday. Yeah, that Friday. Continue reading “Nobody’s fool”