So, I went to the mailbox today hoping for a royalty check and got a(nother) Dear John letter instead.
I wasn’t going to blog this week (Our fam is spending extra time in prayer and doing some fasting, and part of what I’m giving up is social media, because TIME SUCK.), but this is a teensy bit of an emergency, if you will.
So my Letter O’ Doom. I knew what it was before I read it. My final book with my original publisher (Expecting is with a different publishing house.) has gone out of print. Well, technically, it’s still going to be available as an e-book and a print-on-demand title, but boo.
Here’s the official depressing lingo: “When quantities of a title drop below a certain level, the committee examines that book’s sales figures for the past year or so to determine if it is economically feasible to reprint based on current sales activity. Consequently, the committee has decided to allow the active inventory of your book, Is That All He Thinks About? to dissipate.”
I won’t bore you with all the less-than-happy thoughts and emotions that ran/are running through my head about said dissipation, but I’ve already thought of some good stuff that could come of this.
1.) It helps keep me humble. (Although, man alive, if a million things haven’t happened in the past couple years to humble me. I should be good for awhile.).
2.) I haven’t read the book in ages, but I’d imagine that, just like with my first book that I rewrote/turned into an e-book, I probably don’t agree with everything I wrote way back in 2007. So there’s that.
3.) I get the opportunity to buy some copies for super-cheap, so maybe I can a.) bless some people and/or b.) make a few buckeroos.
Which leads me to this plea for your help. The publisher currently has 250 copies of this book. I have until February 28 (10 days from now) to let them know if I want to buy them at 88% (!!) discount (+ the cost of shipping them from Oregon to Ohio). Probably around $2/book.
Well, I would LOVE to do that, but I’ll be honest, I can’t afford to buy more than two at this moment in time. (I wish I were exaggerating.) So, I’m going to do what I did when my Diapers book went out of print. Offer multiple copies to all of you at a price waaaaay lower than retail but higher than my 88% discount, then use that money to buy more copies from the publisher. Make sense?
And you have my absolute blessing to turn right around and sell them for a profit if you feel like it. I can even sign them for you which should triple their value at least.
So, here’s what I can offer you: 2 for $10 shipped. Or 5 for $20 shipped. Or 15 for $50 shipped.
So, the moral of the story? Well, I don’t really know. Except that with each book that goes out of print, there is less anguish, less tears (none this time!), and I know what really counts in life and that my identity does not have to be wrapped up in my success as a writer or anything else for that matter (okay, so I haven’t 100% nailed this one, but I’m getting so much closer).
And my sweet husband (and when I say sweet, I mean it, because we have kissed and made up after a R-O-U-G-H weekend) just told our girls, “Girls, your mother is still a champ. I don’t care how many of her books go out of print, she’s still a champ.”
And there you have it.
So I’d love it if you’d help this champ buy some books. We don’t want them to end up at the Dollar Tree, right?
Thanks, friends. I appreciate you heaps and heaps.