I'm in the process of relaunching five books, alongside new ones. Today someone I know asked me to sign a book - so sweet that he had it in his car hoping to run into me! (We do live in the same area.) Part of me was thinking, "I wish he was reading the new version coming out in Feb. 2024." But people have enjoyed the original so... it's okay, I'm telling myself.
It’s a juggling process, keeping track of the steps to re-edit, contract for new covers, get new layouts, tell the new page count to the artist once known, schedule the launch with all that entails, now that I’m part of a cooperative that actually prepares in methodical steps.
In my writing area is a large wooden filing cabinet, on top of which is a box full of old versions of my books. What will become of them when all are republished? What should happen to them? They have mistakes. Should they be burned?
As I work with an editor, I don’t feel terrible about the mistakes—like spiral down into deep depression. I figure not that many people know about the books yet. I worked hard to make them the best they could be in the first place. But perfection isn’t the main point. Having tried is.
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