I’ve been a commissioning editor for fifteen years or so, and in that time I’ve taken on a lot of new authors, mostly out of the slush pile. That means I’ve made ‘The Call’ (the offer to publish someone’s first book) many times, and I can say with certainty that it’s far and away the best bit of the job. After all, to make someone else that happy normally takes a lot of money, several hours in the kitchen, or a level of sexual favours I’m just not prepared to offer authors. (Maybe the really good ones.)
Me: Hi, it’s KJ Charles from Publishers, I think you did a great job on the revisions, so I’d like to offer you a contract to publish the book.
Author, calmly: I see. Excuse me a moment.
[places phone on table]
Author [in distance]: AAAAAAIIIEIEIEIEIEIEEIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAH!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!
[picks up phone]
Author, calmly: Right, yes, that’s great, thanks.
I once made The Call in person. I had an opportunity to meet the author, so what the hell, I thought I’d tell her face to face that I’d like to publish her book. It’s one of my lifetime favourite memories. I have never seen an adult cry so much, so hard, for so long. People were clustering around us asking if she’d just been bereaved. It was brilliant.
I even have a record of how I felt when I got the email offering to publish The Magpie Lord, because I was straight on to my online book group. Bearing in mind that I’m a highly experienced editor, have a degree in English Literature and am attempting to build a career as a writer, how did I make this announcement?
F*** me, I’m going to be published!
Master of her craft, right there.
So yeah, it’s great when someone offers to publish your book…
And then you wait.
And then there’s edits. Some complete git telling you to change stuff! In your book! Ack!
And then you wait.
And then there’s the terrifying prospect of the cover. Which if you’re lucky (like me) is a thing of beauty, and if you’re not is the subject of this conversation.
And then you wait.
And you join Goodreads as an author, and get yourself an Amazon author page, and blog, and guest blog, and tweet, and join groups, and do all those things that everyone says you have to do, and in between those things, you wait more.
And you check Twitter maybe 400 times a day in case someone’s reviewed it, and it’s not clear which is worse, getting a bad review or not being reviewed at all, but either way you kind of feel like throwing up.
Also, more waiting.
And then publication day dawns, and with it the following realisations:
- The rest of the world is basically indifferent to this life-exploding development. Just because people can now buy it does not mean they will.
- I cannot prevent my boss or my friends or my mother from reading it. I hope you guys like sex and weird magic horror. Let’s not do a book group.
- My book is published. Today is the birthday-and-Christmas I’ve been waiting for all my life. Tomorrow will be… Wednesday.
- If I want this dizzy, heady, ‘oh sweet lord I’m going to be published’ feeling again, I’m going to have to write another book. Another one!
But all of that is for tomorrow. Today, I’m going to enjoy having my first book published. And, also, drink.
The Magpie Lord is out from Samhain. KJ Charles is in the pub.
Woot! Congrats! And have fun at the pub. 😉
/publication day high five/
Congratulations and also LOL. Sounds very familiar. 😀
Thanks! Ah well, Wednesday now…
Wow big congrats, and all without any sexual favours, lol 🙂
Thank you! I am still stupidly happy about it all…
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