Andrew Bird’s Eye on Eye is running through my head as I write this. His theory is that if you get too close to the source, things go wonky. In this case, I think he’s wrong. (Sorry, Mr. Bird.)
I’ve removed my self-published stories from the various self-publishing websites: if you want a copy of something I’ve written, you gotta get it from me. Things were going very, very far astray, and it looked like copies were being sold without any money coming to me.
A long time ago, I considered starting my own press–with a sole author and a sole proprietor. I need to do a little organising, but I think this might be the way to go.
Of course, this is going to illicit more “fierce and independent” comments from my family. Whatever. The internet publishing experiment was a fine one, but it didn’t work the way I wanted it to. It’s a fool who continues doing the same thing and expecting a different outcome.
I’m also looking forward to doing a proper edit, and reprinting, of Holland and Jaime. Timothy Findley had the opportunity to rewrite The Butterfly Plague; his friends told him he was crazy to do it, but the results were beautiful. I shall follow in the footsteps of a god.