“Self-publishing is the kiss of death. (And you’ll go to hell, too. God HATES self-publishers.)”
So come see me at the Writer’s Digest conference, on the Do-It-Yourself Publishing panel, which is chock-full of super-awesome self-publishing types who are also going to hell.
When: January 22, 2011, 11:45 a.m.
Where: Sheraton Hotel & Towers, NYC
(Conference runs January 21 through 23.)
And who cares if I go to hell? I hear it has snowed…
*cross-posted on my alter ego’s blog.
Sometimes I sit on my email for a day or two. Or a week. I have to. I’m a one-chick shop and I have business-type work to take care of (what my dad called “housekeeping”), my own writing (cuz, you know, I R one), B10’s projects (or attempted projects), keeping up with ebook news and social media, occasional illness (seasonal sinus infection anyone?), and several formatting clients whose projects are going at any given time—and the projects for people who have already paid me to do the work come first.
People who’ve already paid come first.
That said, occasionally, I get an email that says, “Ya snooze, ya lose” when I don’t answer quickly enough. In fact, that’s exactly what one email said. And added that they found someone cheaper and faster.
Great. I don’t blame them.
The guy who said “ya snooze, ya lose” came back to me three weeks later to do his work because he was so unhappy with the result. (And sometimes they end up paying a rush surcharge.)
That happens a lot. Relatively. I would do the same for them.
Here’s the thing. Everybody wants fast, cheap, and good.
Can’t have it. At least, not from me. Pick any two.
B10 Mediaworx is the scattered brainchild of Elizabeth Beeton. Where it will take her is anybody’s guess, as within its first year, it picked up an imprint, Peculiar Pages, headed up by Eric W Jepson.
No, I (Elizabeth) didn’t have any specific goal in mind when I started out on this project except to publish myself. Yes, yes. It’s true. I am Moriah Jovan. JOvin. Not joVAHN. I hate the name, by the way, but I’ve been going by Mojo/Mojeaux online since 1998, people call me that in real life, and I’m used to it. So I chose a name that would give me the Mo and the jo.
(I wish I’d remembered Jovan Musk cologne before I committed to it, though. I really hate musk. Plus, the packaging is just way too 1970s orange shag rug. Makes me think of swinging. Don’t ask me why. It’s a long story.)
What you need to know now is that Peculiar Pages has always had a vision, while B10 had a vague ambition beyond publishing Moriah Jovan that is now forming into something solid.
Gradually, though, with my continuing involvement in the genre romance community, early encouragement from Eva Gale (romance author), my friendships with Sabrina Darby (romance author) and RJ Keller (women’s fiction author), increasing participation in the Mormon writer scene, with Eric’s friendship and encouragement, along with Tyler Chadwick (poet) and William Morris (brand dude), I am forming up some sort of direction.
I’ll let you know what that is when I figure out how to say it.