Yesterday, my publisher, Lycaon Press, closed its doors…one month before my book is scheduled for release. For a moment, I couldn’t catch my breath. All the hard work, the hours spent writing and revising and marketing and publishing just slipped out the window. The air stuck in my throat.
But those shallow moments passed, and I slowly opened my mouth, and a whisper of life flowed in.
Lycaon has decided to do ONE print run of my novel, and then I am on my own.
Hearing those words, though, was like a breath of fresh air. I will have my first print run. My words will fill those pages and then…well, I have a lot of work to do.
For now, I’ll keep it simple. I’ll try breathing.