For anyone out there who thinks that self-publishing is a shortcut for people who don't want to spend the quality time seeking out representation, hoping to get a publisher, then sitting back and waiting two years to see their book on the shelves, let me tell you something:
If it is, I'm doing it wrong.
In September, I completed my manuscript, Murder on the Hoof. So far, I've edited it myself 5 times, sent it to beta readers and incorporated their comments, sent it to my freelance editor for additional, professional editing, and worked with my cover designer.
Believe it or not, the cover's been the hardest part of this particular book. For some reason, Joe (Felipe, my cover designer whom I adore) and I could not come up with a design that worked. We started the work in November, for Pete's sake, and just kept swapping this for that for the other thing. It was much like getting dressed to go someplace a little more upscale than you usually visit - you put on an outfit, then change the top, then the bottom, then the top again, and so on until you find that combination that works.
When I opened Joe's email today, I nearly wept. It was soooo good.
Ladies and Gents, I give to you...
Isn't lovely? I still have to write the jacket blurb, but first I have to get my editor's comments folded in. My author's heart is getting really excited. My publisher's heart is saying, "Calm down. We're a long way from a release party."