Flying Times

Yesterday was the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. Happy Solstice to those who celebrate. 

It doesn't seem possible that half a year has passed since we published The Skeptical Juror and the Trial of Byron Case. Already! Holy cow. We just got our first publisher's compensation from the digital print house. Somewhere in the vicinity of 200 books are out there in the world, what with publicity copies we've ordered, and given to various and sundry folks.   Byron Case's mother is busy working to place them in book stores and libraries in Kansas City.

We should do that too,  I know.   Maybe when we have the second book available.

The other day I was wondering, if we donated copies of the book to a library, who assigns Dewey Decimal numbers to it? Is each library responsible for their own classifications or is there some giant master list somewhere. Seems like there has to be a master list, doesn't it? Otherwise how could interlibrary loans work?

I know, I could look it up. But instead I'm going to work on editing the next section of Cory Maye. We really want to get this puppy up and out by the end of July. That way we may have a fair chance of getting Susan B. Anthony published this year as well. Or #3 in the series. Not both, probably.   Turns out that writing and publishing books is a slower process than one would imagine, when one is a naive young (relatively speaking) author. 

Most people think they can write a book. Nearly all of them think writing is an easy way to make a living. Until they try it. Then only the real writers stick it out and finish a book. 

Before we turn around, it'll be Christmas and New Years. I'll try to post again before then. Really.