The Great Morass of Publishing (or, where the fuck is Hawk?)

Someone on the Dragaera list asked what was up with Hawk.  It is tentatively scheduled for September of 2014, but I have a feeling that’ll be pushed back.  We’ll see.

I’ve delivered the manuscript. Now it has to be line edited which means my editor (the lovely and talented Teresa Nielsen Hayden) will go over it and say things like, “What the fuck is this supposed to be?” and, “would you mind rewriting this scene so that mere mortals can work out what’s going on?”  (Actually, she’ll be much nicer than that, and I’ll agree with 80-90% of her suggestions.)

The geniuses in design (Irene Gallo and her All Girl-Detective Orchestra (tm jenphalian)) will figure out what the book should look like, then commission an artist (I hope Steve Hickman) to create the cover art.

When I get the line edit back, I have to rewrite it so I’m happy with it, and send it back (this usually only takes a week or two; I’m fast with my rewrites).

Marketing has to be told when the book will be released and someone–most likely Patrick Nielsen Hayden–has to give them enough of an idea of what the book is so they can sell it.

Someone–I think Patrick again–has to write back cover copy and maybe the little front blurb.  This is something Patrick can just snap off in his copious free time.

Meanwhile, a copy editor is going over the book looking for inconsistencies in spelling and other details (like, making sure I don’t try to include a recipe in which lemon juice is added to milk.*  I wouldn’t do that, but if I did, the copy editor would ask me if I really meant it.  I’ve had extraordinary copy editors).

Then I have to look over and approve the copy edit.

Production will make arrangements to put the package together, schedule time at the printer, and so forth.

A bound galley (or Advanced Reader Copy) will somehow emerge and be sent to reviewers.

Marketing will accept orders for the book so they have an idea of how many copies to print.

A proofreader will take a last pass at the book looking for any last errors that have crept in or gotten by, and send the book to me to approve the final version.

The pages will be sent to printer to be printed, bound, boxed, and sent off to stores.

Then the most frustrating part: the boxes of books will sit in the book store, probably for 2-4 weeks, waiting for the “official release date,” because if they go on shelves before that, Amazon whines.

Now, I’m not entirely clear on how much of this stuff happens simultaneously, or what the exact timeline is, or what order stuff happens in in some cases; but that’s at least some of what needs to happen.

I am now awaiting the line-edit.

Thanks kindly for your interest, and I hope this helps a little.

 

*Yes, I know there are recipes that call for lemon juice being added to milk; I’d still expect the copy editor to query it.

Signing at Uncle Hugo’s

At 4PM on Saturday November 9, I’ll be signing books at Uncle Hugo’s Bookstore, 2864 Chicago Ave S, Minneapolis, MN 55407.  Alas, Skyler won’t be there.

This is the end of the signing tour that began in late September, and the end of Minnesota Boy Attempts Self-Promotion.  I’ll probably have some thoughts about all of that after Saturday, but, in the meantime, I hope to see some of you there.

 

Viable Paradise: A Musical Report

Had a wonderful, wonderful time at Viable Paradise. Students were smart as hell, and committed, and geeked.  I less than three them all.

The following atrocity occurred in commemoration of the event:

 

ETA: The Jim MacDonald verse was the first one I wrote, and by the end, it was the only one that was teasing, so I re-wrote it to keep it in line with the others.

 

Haul Away, Bart

(Tune: Haul Away, Joe)
(best accompanied by 3-string cigar box)

The Vineyard ferry drops you off an hour after taking it.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
To where you think that you will be the only writer faking it.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Chorus:

Way haul away, we’re bound for Martha’s Vineyard
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Jim Macdonald’s strong and brave; his mustache has a rakish curl
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
But when he has to stand and speak, he trembles like a little girl
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Jim MacDonald shows you how to make your plot misleading
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
He lit-ra-ly and me-ta-phor-ic-ly can stop the bleeding.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

If your critique went so bad you felt the group was mugging you
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
Pippin will fix everything by smiling and by hugging you.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Dr. Doyle has the job of resident gra-mare-i-un
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
She’s knows so many other things it almost seems unfair-i-un.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Mac’s the one who makes the food that all of us will shovel-in.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
But the staff room is no place for you to have that big kerfuffle in.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Unlike the market with the name, Chris will be reliable.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
The staffers are the ones who make this paradise be viable.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Laura speaks about your muse, as erudite as Twain or Joyce
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
She’d tell you many other things if she hadn’t lost her voice.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

If you are staff then Jen and Erin are the ones who care for you.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
Erin is the quiet one and Jen’s the one whose hair is blue.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Patrick speaks of publishing without lies or evasions
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
Then Stevie-Chuck will come and lower all your expectations.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Bear and Scott will go with you to see the glowing jellyfish
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
Then they will share all that they know because they are not sellyfish.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Teresa had foot surgery which limits her posi-shi-un
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
But she can tell you all you need to know of expos-si-shi-un.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

Maybe you will start to think the writer’s life is wrong for you
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.
Steve-with-hat won’t help too much but at least he wrote this song for you.
Way haul away, we’ll haul away, Bart.

 

Boston Area Signing Tomorrow

Ahoy, Boston! Steve will be at Pandemonium Books tomorrow at 7 pm. I will be there, too, but alas, Skyler will not. I hope to see a lot of you there; meeting and chatting with Steve’s fans has been fun for me every time. You’re all wonderful.

This post isn’t long enough, so here’s a picture of last night’s moon rising over the beach on Martha’s Vineyard:

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