See that picture to your left? That’s me in sending my manuscript to my publisher. I do have good reasons and they include being tied up with promoting my client’s books as I want to give them my 100% but I really need to get off my duff and get this thing over to her.
She is accepting it sight unseen. It could be the worse written book of the century. But she has faith. I have faith, too.
So we’re talking about the book and I’m asking her about all sorts of things like an appendix, for example. She tells me if I’ve said everything there is to say within the book, I won’t need one but she did recommend a “recommended reading list” at the back which I believe I already have.
This is a nonfiction and I want to do it right. My last book, Romancing the Soul, was a collection of soul mate stories in which I divided them all into sections categorizing them into the three different kinds of soul mates. All I had to do was read what the contributor had sent to me and I could tell whether it was a twin soul, companion soul mate or karmic soul mate story. Quite an unusual kind of book for me, but really helpful if you want to know more about a certain kind of soul mate. And I enjoyed the hell out of putting it together.
This is different.
This is all mine. Where I did write part of Romancing the Soul, it was more of an anthology of other people’s soul mate stories. This one would be all mine.
And I want it to be right.
Where I have been publicizing other people’s books, I know what it’s like out there. Reviewers will eat you up and spit you out and announce the fact in black and white. All over town.
And that’s why I’m slower than molasses getting this book to her.
I want it done right.
So we’re talking – the publisher and I – and I tell her that it won’t be much longer. To help things along, I send her the table of contents. Keep in mind she has not seen the book at all. Nothing. Zippo. Just my word that it’s a real book.
And she says….
“Looks great, m’love. 
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Those three and a half words were enough to make my world spin.
