Fatal Score is Up and Running

Fatal Score is live on Amazon in both trade paperback and e-book.  The formal launch here in Minneapolis is this coming Sunday, November 18th.  The NFL has been considerate enough to move the Vikings-Bears game from midday to evening. In Minnesota, that means a bump in attendance for my 2:00 to 4:00 launch party.

I am grateful for some wonderful professional reviews and glad that the work to get the book properly listed is over.  My advance copy readers are putting up their reviews.  IngramSpark has produced the copies I need for the launch, libraries and so on faster than I expected.  Goodreads is on line.

My next job is to market the book and to edit the audio version.  It’s never ending, but I love the writing part.  As I said in response to a Goodreads question, being in the business of writing is my hall pass to hang out with as smart, as creative, as interesting a group of people as I have ever known.

#%@## Amazon

Okay, John.  Square breathing.  In-hold-out-hold.  Do it again.  Again.

Didn’t work.

Self, you promised you would not screed on your blog. (When used as a verb, screed  sounds a little like the inevitable effect of food poisoning, which seems appropriate, no?)

But Amazon is so #%@## annoying.

CreateSpace, Amazon’s print-book child, is going out of business.  I was directed to port Fatal Score from CreateSpace to Kindle Direct Publishing (KDP), where the e-book also resides. Earlier, when I ordered CreateSpace proofs, they came out looking like typical publishing house work product:  the word ‘proof’ on an inside page.

I completed the transfer to KDP and ordered several proof copies to give to a couple of writers who have said they will review for back cover quotes. The proofs arrived today with the annoying line ‘not for resale’ effacing my cover.

Memo to Amazon:  As much as your entrepreneurial imagining might conjure a book as similar to a single-serve packaged cupcake, it is not.  You sanctimoniously intone that the cover is perhaps the most important aspect of the book, presumably oblivious of the insult that delivers. Then you ruin the cover.  CreateSpace had the common sense to imitate a real publisher, but apparently you are much more concerned with establishing control of the distribution process than the success of the book.

No more proof copies from you.

There.  The spasm subsides.  Square breathing. In-Hold-Out-Hold.