In the past I’ve posted general hints and tips as I self-publish for the first time. I thought it was time to show some of the epic fails. This slide show contains examples of a few versions of my cover art to show the progression from initial thought to final product for the book cover.
Continue reading “The Path to Book Cover Art Is Paved With Errors”
On 1/5/2015 my first full sized novel became available to purchase as a digital book. It’s a full novel under my name. There’s something empowering about a dream realized.
It’s also a little scary. This isn’t a short story published with other hopefuls. This is a novel with just my name on the cover. Love it or hate it, it’s all me.
Continue reading “Bucket List – Check Another Item Off the List”
When last I blogged I was bemoaning the fact that my versioning got out of sync due to my dependence on technology. I completed the compare of the various versions of the book and am now reading through Deceived again. I have been working on the maps of the world I’ve created and on the cover art for the first book.
Just as I was thinking that I had a handle on publishing I found myself in an interesting pickle. A couple of months ago I had serious Windows 8.1 upgrade issues. The result: my Surface Pro and my laptop got out of sync and I didn’t realize I wasn’t access the same version of the document on both machines.. Needless to say not all of my changes have been made to the copy of the book I thought was almost ready. ARGGGGGGG!
As a child I spent countless hours creating worlds and characters for short stories that I wrote to pass the time in the hot southern summers. I never had the guts to share those stories except for the occasional school project. As an adult I spent many years working in the IT field and flights of fantasy were few and far between; but I missed the characters and worlds I had created.
Time passed, my kids grew up… and I did too. I decided to return to my fantasy worlds and try my hand at writing a full novel. The world I always thought would make a good book refused to speak to me, almost as if I had grown up and could no longer hear its whispers. Then a new world opened up. One my mind had never visited before.
N. R. Tucker 