Books, books, and more books

Well, I’ve finally gotten through the submission process of getting my debut novel Unladylike Pursuits (currently out in mass-market paperback) distributed as an ebook. Now I’m waiting on proofs… The whole process has been very interesting, and now I can actually say that I’ve viewed three already published ebooks in both Adobe format and Microsoft Reader (or LIT) format. If I was willing to sit at my computer any longer than necessary, it might actually be rather pleasant to read books that way. I’d like to get my hands on an actual ebook reader to see how that differs.

In the meantime…I’ve read some very interesting and clever books lately. And surprise, surprise, at least one of them…The Man Who Loved Jane Austen by Sally Smith O’ Rourke would be considered literature! The other—I have to laugh—was hilarious, and the author’s blurb, equally so. The book was Going Coastal by Wendy French , who claims “her parents unwittingly cursed her writing career with a happy and stable childhood. In an effort to overcome her unfortunate beginnings, she sought artistic torment at the University of Victoria, but despair eluded her…happiness continued to stalk her, day and night. Finally, she conceded defeat, abandoned her quest for misery, and began writing humorous women's fiction.” Mmmm-hmmm…I’d choose that over literature most any day. Well, Ms. French definitely has a sense of humor—I laughed out loud many times over the course of reading her book. And…I’ve already gone out in search of another. I actually found her on the Australian website www.beautyandlace.com.

Now…I should really be working on my own manuscript…ta ta!