
A cover proof for my novel Magical Miss Morgan with Page Publishing.
After the good people at PDMI crashed and burned without publishing my book, I needed some way to publish again. I wanted to repeat the experience I had at I-Universe and I wanted to do it for significantly less money. So I went in search of another Print-on-Demand publisher to do my second Rosetti Awards 
contest novel which also made the final round of judging and lost, though this time there was more final round competition, some by some books that have done quite well in the marketplace since the contest in 2016. I finally found a publisher offering print for a price I could actually afford. (I hadn’t been forced into bankruptcy at that point, and had rebuilt my credit rating.) Page Publishing was its name. It was only half the price of publishing with I-Universe. Unfortunately, you got far less than half the services for the price.
Here’s a decent review that didn’t exist when I was searching; Page Publishing reviewed.
The resulting book will be good, but here are the reasons why I should never have gone down this forest path to publishing with all the weasels hiding in the brambles just off the pathway.
- The money is paid up front and they don’t really do anything for you until the payments are done.
- Nobody actually reads your book. The “editor” working on my book was no more than a proof-reader, and not a good one at that. They didn’t actually read the book. The primary quibble which led to 157 changes in the manuscript was substituting “Ms.” for “Miss”, even in the title of the goddam book. I spent months working to undo the many mess-ups in my story, dutifully citing every line number and instance of me changing things back to the original. Only about three proofreading changes were acceptable.
- The company ignores you for long periods of time, taking weeks to respond to e-mails, being unavailable by phone, and dragging their feet on every change to the next step in the process.
- Everything they did for me I was able to do for free for myself later with Amazon. Any real work on the content of my book was done solely by me. There is no call to be paying people for work done by me.
So, after two years of paying and publisher-initiated problems and foot-dragging, I vowed never to ever in a thousand million billion years pay someone to publish my work ever again. It should be noted, I think it will be a marvelous book when published. I love the story and the characters in it. But I resent having to pay them for the privilege of doing all the work myself.
I finished the writing of an experimental novel in segments on this blog in the meantime, and decided to experiment with publishing through Amazon’s free self-publishing service. That got me a book which I already have a finished copy of, Stardusters and Space Lizards.
You can find that book on Amazon right this instant by clicking here!!!
Once that was successfully done, I didn’t waste any time getting my best baby into print. The next publishing project was Snow Babies.
I now proudly own a paperback copy of my best novel too. I am delighted. You can find my masterpiece on Amazon by clicking here!!!
So, what advice do I have to give after 3 whole posts about the terrible, icky, horrible experiences I have had in the publishing realm? Do you really believe after all my confessions of missteps and wrong-headed doofus-decisions that I have any wisdom at all to offer on the subject? Even one single worthwhile syllable of advice? Well, of course I do. People all learn best when they learn the hard way. So here are Mickey’s rules about stupidly publishing your novels;
- Never pay for publishing.
- Be prepared to do everything yourself.
- Learn from every misstep.
- Learn to laugh about every embarrassing mistake.
- And never stop writing… at least until you are dead… and maybe, not even then.

















An Unexpected Gift
This post is a movie review for Thor : Ragnarok , though I don’t really plan on talking about the movie very much. It was an excellent comic book movie in the same tongue-in-cheek comedy tradition as Guardians of the Galaxy. It made me laugh and made me cheer. It was the best of that kind of movie. But it wasn’t the most important thing that happened that night.
You see, I spent the weekend in the hospital thinking I had suffered a heart attack during the Thanksgiving holiday. I thought I was facing surgery at the very least. I knew I might have had an appointment to play chess with the Grim Reaper. It is a lot to worry about and drain all the fun out of life.
Well, one of the things that happened that day, Tuesday, my first full day out of the hospital and, hopefully, out of the woods over heart attacks, was that I received my new replacement bank card because my old one had a worn out, malfunctioning chip in it. So, I took my three kids to the movie at the cheapest place we could find. I tried to run my bank card for the payment, and it was summarily declined. I had activated it previously during the day, and there was plenty of money in the account compared to the price, but it just wouldn’t take. So I had to call Wells Fargo to find out whatever the new reason was for them to hate me. It turned out that it had already been activated, but a glitch had caused it to decline the charge. While I was talking to the girl from the Wells Fargo help desk, the lady who had gotten her and her husband’s tickets right before us put four tickets to the movie in my hand.
The middle-aged black couple had lingered by the ticket stand before going in to their movie just long enough to see a sad-looking old man with raggedy author’s beard and long Gandalf hair get turned down by the cheap-cinema ticket-taking teenager because the old coot’s one and only bank card was declined. They were moved to take matters into their own hands and paid for our tickets themselves.
That, you see, was the gift from my title. Not so much that we got our movie tickets for free, but that the world still works that way. There are still good people with empathetic and golden hearts willing to step in and do things to make the world a little bit better place. The gift they gave me was the reassurance that, as bad and black as the world full of fascists that we have come to live in has become, it still has goodness and fellow feeling in it. People are still moved to pay things forward and make good on the promise to “love one another”. I did not have a chance to thank them properly. I was on the phone with Wells Fargo girl when it happened. The only thing that couple got out of their good deed was thank-yous from my children and the knowledge that they had done something wonderful. I plan to pay it forward as soon as I have the opportunity. Not out of guilt or obligation, but because I need to be able to feel that feeling too at some point.
I do have one further gift to offer the world.
After we got home from the movie, I opened an email that contained the cover proof for my novel, Magical Miss Morgan. Soon I will have that in print also if I can keep Page Publishing from messing it up at the last moments before printing. It is a novel about what a good teacher is and does. It is the second best thing I have ever written.
Sometimes the gifts that you most desperately need come in unexpected fashion.
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