I paid to have my debut book, The Desolate Garden, published. There was a time when I was too embarrassed to have said that, but not now. Given the circumstances when I had finished my novel I saw little other choice than to take that route, but I knew nothing about the publishing business, and the snobbery within.
The first time I heard that word ‘vanity’ it struck me that I was one of those so bracketed in that derogative term, hence my reluctance to come clean. My book, as a lot people know, is to be made into a film this year costing $30,000,00, but it’s not that fact that now allows me to face those critics, it is the realization that my decision was right.
I have now a so-called ‘traditional agreement’ with my publisher, but that doesn’t mean there is money to blaze on the razzamatazz of publicity and marketing, but I get on well with them, and what they give I’ll deal with. From what I read on the internet, and from the people I meet at speaking engagements, I believe the world of publishing has been turned on its head, and now the word ‘vanity’ could be replaced by ‘insanity’ and aimed at those that are still in the past, waiting for something that will never arrive.
The days of money being thrown at an unknown author are virtually dead, or if not, just breathing, reserved for the young with potential to make the business of publication as profitable as it can be. I, in my innocence, would label those that wait for the ‘pot of gold’ to be ‘vain’ and those that were once so labelled, as the innovators of a new real world.