I never thought that publishing a book would be easy, but I never thought it would be this hard.
My new book (my first book) “A Lifetime” is still in production and should be available soon, but there’s a lot of work to do beforehand. Publishing is a very rewarding experience (I’m sure) but there is a lot of stressful and often tedious work that goes into it.
Did any writers out there have an easier, stress-less experience when publishing their first book?
And whilst I’m on the subject, I’m looking for reviewers for “A Lifetime” and have a number of copies (ebook and print) to give away to anyone who is interested. So, please get in touch if you are! You can email me at MorrisFenris (at) gmail (dot) com.
It won’t be long now until my new book, A Lifetime, is released. In the meantime, here is an extract from the opening chapter:
I was born in a bure, a small hut crafted from wood and straw that sat in a a cluster of others, looking like some Neolithic, sun-drenched piece of paradise. Despite appearances; it was far from paradise.
The huts were in a sugarcane plantation that worked the residents, my parents included, to the bone. They worked tirelessly for very little money. It was barely enough to keep themselves clothed and fed, let alone their families. My father was working on the day I was born, the day that an untrained midwife — a woman plucked from the sugarcane field to assist my screaming, agonized mother — dragged me from the comfort of my mother’s womb.
I came into the world kicking, screaming and suffering under the incompetence of others and I spent my childhood in much the same way. From a very early age I worked as hard as my parents did. I had no comforts, few friends, no time to play, nothing to play with and not much of a life to live. My parents loved me, they gave me all I could have hoped for, but they couldn’t do anything to make my life easier, to give me the life that a child deserves.
I strived to work hard and to make my own way in the world. When I was old enough, after many difficult years on the plantation, I stowed away on a container ship and left the country of my birth. I didn’t know where I was going, didn’t really know anything of the world beyond my small island home, but I was determined to make it wherever the ship took me.
Out of pure curiosity, I’ve been searching through lists of the most expensive books in the world. Unsurprisingly, the list was topped by first editions of books that are 100s of years old, from Shakespeare’s First Folio, to Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales. These books are worth millions, and rightly so. They are pieces both of history and of literature, as valuable as any golden trinkets from the same age.
Amongst these books was a much newer one: J.K Rowling’s The Tales of Beedle the Bard. J.K created seven of these, each of them handwritten and illustrated. She gave them away to friends and families, only for one of them to find its way into auction in 2007 where it was picked up by Amazon for nearly $4 million! (it was expected to receive a mere $100k).