Judging by my eyesight, I’ve grown old in the process of producing this book. As I revisit hundreds of pages of research files to ensure accuracy before publication, I find that many of them are saved at 100% font size. I can barely read them. I’ve resized everything to a comfortable 200%.
Yup. I’m older, and tireder, and daunted by the to-do list. Here’s what’s up this week:
Tomorrow: online webinar orientation about metadata and tip sheets.
Continue the scavenger hunt for copyright data. I’ve recruited help from Jonathan. Worst case scenario, I’ll have to redact or remove poems from the book, which would take some time.
Research, shop, choose, and hire a publicist.
Complete book summary sheet.
Begin query integration, comparing copyeditor’s corrections to mine. Incorporate into manuscript.
Work on new title. The publishers and I are batting around ideas.
Choose seven perfect keywords for online searches.
Here’s the “hook” version of the book synopsis, 38 words:
“In a rambling, wood-framed house off the coast of Maine, a writer finds herself irresistibly compelled to dig up the buried story of Rachel Field, an award-winning writer from the past who once inhabited the same island home.”
What do you think?
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 163: 200 words, TOTAL = 26,616; 33,384 remaining
Robin Clifford Wood is a writer and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband and dogs, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her grown children and their multi-species families.