Luna’s barks alerted us that Sterling, our stalwart UPS fella, was down below. He’d stacked four big boxes of freshly printed copies of Mother Fracker on the retaining wall already by the time I made it to the deck. He nicely sherpa’ed them up the steps, and now they sit in our makeshift distribution center, awaiting readers and reviewers.
Anne reminded me I might want to look one over, just to make sure the adjustments we’d made to the formatting had taken hold.
They’d made the fix.
They look great.
Now to find our audience.
We’re tweaking the web site to make purchases easier. Anyone who tried to buy a copy earlier should be able to buy one now. If not, please let us know and we’ll adjust accordingly.
So now that books are here, what’s a self-publisher supposed to say?