Oh Well…

The hiking book has been a strange kind of challenge and “learning experience.” Couldn’t find a good cover. Ended up with a photo I hadn’t taken and on which I’d have to pay royalties if I sold the book. OK. I didn’t need to — or plan to — sell the book. That cover came out “OK” — exponentially better than any of the other covers Createspace had sent me, all of which had been affected by the Doppler Effect and shifted to red…

Then there were (are?) the innumerable internal flaws haunting me (and maybe you, if you read it). Finally, I came to grips with the reality that everything about the book, life, the places in which its set, the stories contained within it — all flawed. This book isn’t fiction; it’s real life. Flawed.

So I printed 15 and gave them away as presents.

And then…

A couple of days ago, in a journal from antediluvian times, I found the perfect photo. This afternoon I found Createspace had a template that was exactly what I wanted. I found a couple of errors that mattered.


OH well. Bottom line, it will be for sale on Amazon at a very low price in case you want to read it. Advance reports are that its good, tiny errors and all. 🙂

11 thoughts on “Oh Well…

  1. I have yet to read a book with no errors. All of them. Every single one has something that’s slipped by. It doesn’t matter how many edits and proofreads happen – there’s always at least one, whether it be grammar, spelling, logic, double-word, font-change (the inexplicable ones), ad infinitum. Yes, mine too. Sometimes, I let it slide until other changes become necessary. Life.

    • Oh, thank you! For my second two novels, I hired a professional. For the first, I published it filled with errors that I could not possibly have seen. A friend from high school who is meticulous and probably has OCD, was saddened by the mistakes in the writing because she loved the story. I had the amazing good fortune of her careful editing and soon the book was virtually error-free.

      With this book, it has been a project that’s been serious to me in a different way, and I didn’t/don’t have the money to hire anyone right now. It’s a memoir that I could not imagine being interesting to anyone who doesn’t know me. I realized I wrote it as a way to accept the end of half my life. It’s — in its way — a giveaway. It’s kind of funny because an equally meticulous friend volunteered to proofread, but the type is too small for her because she’s flawed. She has only one eye, having lost one to cancer years ago. I decided that the flaws are maybe a sacred part of this whole project and accepting them is the lesson I needed to learn. Somehow, I think they might be less distracting in this book than in a work of historical fiction, but that could be a flaw in my judgment :p

  2. That was my book too. An error was brought to my attention by a woman I had interviewed (it’s a historic publication). While the error was relatively minor, it bothers me! I think we just have to accept that errors are inevitable – and as writers, we have a habit of ruminating on each one!

  3. When it’s your work, it becomes more personal! That’s my thought on the matter for what it’s worth :). I’ve read dozens of books with serious historical errors – one book about Vancouver Island, in fact in which every single chapter was categorically incorrect – knowing the facts in that case was rather frustrating. One single accidental error, not so much, but to write an entire book with not just flaws but complete erroneous errors was quite another. I’m pretty sure you are being very hard on yourself. 🙂

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