I’m self-publishing, not because it’s a vanity project but because I want a copy for my daughter and don’t care to hawk it round publishers in the forlorn hope of getting it one day, maybe, printed.
It’s a book of rhymes, called “Eleanor Kisses Crocodiles”. I wrote the rhymes (with able assistance from my wife, especially on the “snake” page) about my daughter, and my Dad has drawn and painted the accompanying pictures. I got the cover pic from him today. It is amazing, it’s just beautiful. I’m uploading the text as I type this, up to lulu.com, and soon I’ll put together a proper cover, with words and stuff.
I’m actually doing this. It’s a thing. It’s going to happen. I’m going to be published. YES, BY ME. I know. But still. It’s exciting, however it happens.