Fifteen years ago I began writing a novel with the intention to honor the immigrant women that came to Upper Michigan during the copper mining boom. My grandmother was one of those women.
As I wrote I was also comparing childbirth experiences in the early 1900s with modern birth experiences.
In 2009 I signed a contract with a publisher that handled self publishing and in 2010 my book, Aliisa’s Letter: Legacy of Faith was published.
The cost of publishing was more than I expected. My daughter took over the role of editor when I realized the limited editing offered by the publishing company. And she did a terrific job!
When the book was completed I needed to promote it. And the costs increased. There were fees for promotional materials and services. In the end I spent more than I received back in book sales.
I learned a great deal about the publishing industry and myself. This also was the motivation for beginning a blog—which has helped my writing.
One store has successfully sold my book over the years—Copper World in Calumet, Michigan.
When the publishing company I was contracted with folded in January of 2014, after a year of troubling rumors and accusations, I bought a final supply of books.
I don’t regret my choice to self publish. It was a hard but good learning experience. Would I self publish again? I would explore more options and ask a lot of questions.
Recently I read another book about women in Upper Michigan in the early 1900s. A best selling author was intrigued by events in Calumet and wrote The Women of the Copper Country. This book focused on the the experience of immigrant women during the 1913 copper miner’s strike.
This post is linked with the Five Minute Friday writing community. Today’s prompt is: EXPERIENCE
Self publishing was a good learning experience for me too.
Interesting and informative! Thanks for sharing your experience.
-your FMF neighbor
Wasn’t Tate, was it?
I believed them. what the heck,
what they said did make some sense
till I got a royalty check
for…wait for it…seven cents.
They said that their chief accountant
had some trouble with the flibber;
there was no one who could count it,
for they’s eaten tainted liver.
And then spake the market team,
they could not place me in stores
for I’d not supplied the ice cream
to be eaten with their S’mores.
In striped suits doth end this tale
when the bosses went to jail.
Your poem made me smile.