It wasn’t the story I planned to release first, it wasn’t the quick and easy ride that I had imagined, and the launch event wasn’t what I had planned. As I said in my launch day speech, nothing about this book was easy.
Putting aside the teething of self publishing (I’ll put up another post on that later), the launch itself was riddled with complications and last minute changes. Partly due to Covid (rude!) and partly because of deadline pushbacks and my own silliness. So, first I’ll share the things that were drama central (they’re usually the most interesting anyway)
Venue change 1 month out (my own fault mixed with book delays)
Covid restrictions (Covids fault)
Not enough setup time (life’s fault)
Music device failed (technologies fault)
Book wasn’t uploaded onto ANY platform besides my personal website (okay, a little my fault – and the book delays fault)
The audiobook was also not ready (moneys fault – I didn’t have enough)
Not as many people as I wanted/expected could actually come
Packing everything up was exhausting!
Stuff that was so small that I can’t even remember properly – like forgetting to get a raffle app on my phone ready to choose the VIP winner (again, technology – and a little my fault)
You’ll notice that I added who I believed was at fault for each delay, but in reality – that’s life! An event always has delays and changes and unforeseen issues. It’s all part of the deal – so take those lightly.
In spite of those issues, and not a huge sale volume, this launch was actually an amazing experience… and here’s why:
My book is finally published!
People realised that it’s a proper length book and not a novella
The decorations looked amazing
Our venue was incredible
The food was phenomenal (despite the last minute panic!)
I got to sign my books for people IRL
I made a speech and did a dramatic reading (something I love to do)
I got the celebrate with people who really care about me!
Passer-by’s came and asked about the book (with one lady walking away with a copy!)
I had fun (once the busy work was done)
As an ‘assisted self published‘ author, I now have copies of my book in my car (how cliche haha) and ready to fill orders on my site. I also arranged for the book to go on Amazon and waiting to hear back from some others. I am proud of the book I created, and the launch that introduced it to the world.
If you wanted to hear my speech, it’s up on YouTube (and here’s the link!)
Enjoy the Furious Fiction from April 2020! I did 😀
The lemon, wedding cake wobbled in my arms. I shifted it, then continued to walk alongside the dirt road. I was still miles from the venue, and the rain from last night was not helping as I sidestepped another puddle. That damn car had always seemed to have it in for me, always breaking down at the most important moments of my life.
I checked all three tiers of the cake and smiled; they were still tied securely with large yellow ribbons. It had been a challenge to get the same yellow pigment in the rosettes, but I was proud of the final match.
A stone on the path pierced through my thin shoe and into my foot. I yelped, and felt my masterpiece once again shifting. Desperately, I tried to balance the heavy cake, managing to gain control once again. As if in slow motion, I watched as the cake topper slid further towards the edge of the top tier. In a panic, I tried to stabilise the cake and save the bride and groom. The movements worsened my dilemma, and I watched helplessly, as the icon of happily ever after slid off the cake, landing in a nearby puddle.
The topper splashed muddy water onto the bottom of my lemon yellow dress, and I groaned. There was less than an hour until the ceremony, and my heart began to sink; I was going to miss the wedding.
A car behind me honked and I turned, still trying to maintain balance. The man behind the wheel smiled, popping the locks to the passenger seat and motioning with his head for me to get in. I smiled wide and slid the cake inside, returning to the puddle for the bride and groom topper. As I jumped into the car and we continued towards the hotel, I revealed my traumatic ordeal. The man, also a guest at the wedding, kindly stepped on the gas, rocketing towards the event.
We arrived just as the harp started to play, and the bride began her decent down the aisle. I thanked the gentleman, then sidestepped the guests, sneaking quietly towards the catering area. The apron I was wearing now had dirt and flour covering the surface, but I ignored it and shuffled backwards, pushing my ass through the swinging door to the kitchen.
Once I’d passed the cake off to the other catering staff, I sucked in a deep breath. As the panic dissipated, I peeked my head out through the door and smiled. Guests began to cheer as the bride and groom shared their wedding day kiss.
I’d done it.
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