Just call me Jean Angsty Whatley, I’m so damn full of angst. Don’t know why..
Oh yes I do. I am going to have to get a real J-O-B now that the book is being birthed in two stages, which could be considered by some to be cruel and unusual punishment. Oh the labor. Don’t get me wrong, I am as happy as a little girl, but we’re having cover issues, for the print edition of the book. The ship has sailed on Amazon, it’s up there, for sale, a mere $4.99. At 100K words, that’s a bargain — each word only costs .00004941.
My publisher, for whom I am grateful, has been talking with the seller fellas who will end up hawking the book to the bookstore buyers. The seller fellas weren’t too keen on the dog the open road on the cover. I find this interesting. I get where they’re coming from, they wanted something a bit unconventional, “fresh.” Quirky was another word they used. Okay, I may meet their criteria on two out of three.
But, I did a little research with three local, independent bookstores today and just laid it out to them. I gave them my three line spiel about Off the Leash — and then showed them these two covers below and asked them which one they thought would FLY off the shelf. I’m not gonna tell you what they said. You let me know what YOU think.
So I get back home and open up an email from one of my Kickstarter backers, Ray. He sent me $60 dollars last year, after coming across my video pitch on Kickstarter. I have never met this man, the first time I ever heard of him is when I got a funding pledge for $60. And he mentioned in his introductory email that he has three dogs. I wrote back and said, “$20 bucks per dog, eh?” and he laughed and said “yep.” That’s pretty damn sweet, isn’t it?
One year after the fact, I am finally getting around to featuring all the dogs from my Kickstarter funders on my Facebook page. But I knew that Ray would have a tough time because earlier this summer, Ray had sent me a note letting me know his beloved Copper had passed. It broke my heart for him. I sent him a book called Dog Heaven by Cynthia Rylant.
I asked my friends who gave the book to me when my 14-year-old-dog Pete passed away, if they would be offended if I gave that book to Ray. They said they thought that would be nice. Ray said he liked it, figured Copper would like the biscuit part of dog heaven the best. So Ray gave a total stranger $60 to help fund a dream. I gave Ray a $12 book to try to help him over the hump of missing his dog. I’ll bet you $60 he passes that book on to somebody else some day. Dog people are like this.
And sometimes stubborn. The dog stays on the cover.