After the copyediting and the proofreading and the laborious task of cutting a few thousand words, which while painful can be invigorating, you finally get an ISBN number. I got mine three days ago. At a writer's converence a long time ago, an agent of some renown was the speaker and she said, "You don't have a book until you have an ISBN number. Call it a manuscript or a work-in-progress, or the next great American novel! But don't call it a book.
I never forgot that. So, I take great pride (and even the second time around, it feels momentous) to say I have an ISBN number. Along with that came the rest of the technical data, list price, print run, book size, and pub date.
Next up for me here is the cover reveal which I plan to post tomorrow. It's dark and ominous and I hope piques your interest. You will let me know, won't you?
Over and Out.
p.s. gotta take down the Christmas tree and haul it out to the porch with its strung popcorn and dried cranberries for the birds. Repurposing it thus makes me feel less guilty for having hauled it out of the woods.
2 comments:
It is an exciting process. Way to go, Yvonne! I love that you put the popcorn and berry decorated tree out for the birds. That makes my day!
Congratulations..
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