THE LAST WORD
I DID IT MY WAY
I wrote a book, and it only took me 20 years. One of the many criticisms that my wife has of me is that I take too long to get around to doing things. Normally she’s talking about things like painting the ceiling, but in this case I have to say that she’s absolutely right. Twenty years is a long time to come up with a small book.
The book in question is ’Catalonia Through English Eyes: 20 Years Living Among the Catalans’, which I’ve just published in time for Sant Jordi’s Day, the biggest day in the book industry’s calendar.
(So don’t forget your best friend at Catalonia Today when it comes to buying a book for your loved one this year.)
Anyway, in an interview that you can read in this issue of the magazine, I explain why I wrote the book, which is a selection of opinion articles such as this one that I’ve written for Catalonia Today over the past 20 years. Last spring was the magazine’s 20th anniversary, which is when I got the idea for a book of opinion articles I’ve written about Catalonia, its people, culture, politics, and so on. In fact, not only has this book been 20 years in the making, it’s taken me another year to get to the point of publication!
But this column is not about how easy it is to type the book’s title into Amazon and find it ready to be purchased at a reasonable price in just a few clicks. Obviously, I would never abuse our relationship in that way. This column – which I doubt will ever find its way into any sort of book – is about my decision to self-publish.
To begin with, the whole process of finding a publisher for the book: the research, the emails, the phone calls, the train trips, the meetings, and without any assurance that I would ever convince anyone to publish it, put me off and I just couldn’t be bothered. What’s more, I didn’t want to publish the book to win the Nobel prize or become a millionaire, I simply wanted a keepsake of my time in Catalonia and a book on my shelf with my name on it, something to show the grandchildren.
So I started to look into self-publishing the book. Years ago, self-publishing was considered vanity publishing, which by its name gives an idea of what people thought of someone who might stoop so low as to fund the publication of their own book. Those days are long gone and, thanks to the advent of the digital age, not only is self-publishing now common, many who have been doing it under the radar for the past 10 or 15 years at this point already mourn the passing of its golden age.
Whatever the case, there is a surfeit of podcasts, YouTube channels and websites providing step-by-step advice about how to go about publishing your own book. There are numerous distribution platforms, digital publishing services and a multitude of freelance professionals offering themselves as editors, proofreaders, graphic artists and agents. It’s hard to imagine anyone picking up a book that has caught their interest, whose curiosity is piqued by the blurb, who appreciates the clever play on words in the book’s title, who finds the price reasonable, but who suddenly sighs and reluctantly replaces the book on the pile, unable to purchase it because it was not put out by a major publisher.
It is still too early in my self-publishing journey for me to confidently say that it is the best way to go if you want a book published, but I feel that whether it sells six or 600 copies, deciding to do it my way was the right choice for me. Either way I’ll have a book with my name on my shelf that I can show my grandchildren. I might have to explain to them what a book is, but that’s another story.
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