Baby X is launched this Saturday, 25 June, at the Lowdham Book Festival.
The last few weeks have been manically busy.
When something has been this long in the making, how can everything feel this last minute?
And why is it only on the final read-through I notice so many embarrassing errors?
One of the challenges of being published by a small press is the lack of resources to throw at publicity and promotion, so it’s all hands on deck to publicise the launch.
There’ve been press releases to polish, including quotes from advance readers (big thanks, by the way, to everyone who read the book early – before it had even been proof read – and supplied lovely juicy quotes for publicity materials); these need to be sent out to local, national and even international publications, and then the responses that come back need fielding.
There’s also something called an ‘Advance Information Sheet’ which is what bookshops need to order the book, and I’ve been sending out review copies to book bloggers, journalists and magazines,
I’ve also been trying to work out what I might say at my Radio Reverb interview on 8 July.
Meanwhile, in addition to being involved in all the above, my publisher has been working 24/7 signing off the text, finishing the book’s wraparound cover, making sure the website is capturing the pre-orders, dealing with the printers and probably a million other tasks I know nothing about.
There are ‘official’ events planned for Nottingham and London, and I’ve also been planning a local launch – a chance to relax and celebrate with local mates. Come along if you’re in the area!
And of course, life goes on. My other half’s away with work this week, which – shall we say – puts some strain the family routine! And there’s a soon-to-be-seven-year-old’s birthday to plan for, homework to be helped through, after-school-activities to taxi to. And it’s not like I can just put my job on hold while we launch this book, I’ve got commitments and deadlines there too.
I’m sure it’s all going to be worth it when I have the first copy of my printed book in one hand, and even better, a nice cold glass of something in the other.