Self-Destruct

So, we've all heard about self-publishing, right? That's when an author cannot get someone else to publish their work, so they take money from their pocket, give it to a printer, and then have them print the books so the author can sell the books themselves. Well, self-publishing was never, ever a route I wanted to take. I shuddered at the thought, and figured I would rather not have my book published at all than pay someone to do it for me. And yet ...

Well, long story short, my dad convinced me that it might not be such a terrible road to take. He wants to partner with me, meaning that he'll take over the business side of things and I'll just keep doing the writing. So basically he's my publisher and agent person, but the only downside is that it's a huge risk in that it costs A LOT and we'll have to sell a lot of books to break even, and there's isn't a lot of marketing done by the printer. Meaning that we have to sell tons of books by ourselves. Not that I'm complaining, I'm just apprehensive about my ability to, essentially, tell everyone how great I am and have them spend their money on my product. Oh, geeze. I was never born to be a saleswoman.

More on this at a later date...