Special Delivery

The package arrived and I knew what it was. I had been waiting 35 years for this, so I left it on the table and kept looking at it, kept touching it and kept smiling. My books had arrived, my books; books that I had written. So I waited until my partner and son arrived…

Publicity, publicity, publicity

So you’ve written the book. Drafted, re-drafted, even let a few people read it. Perhaps even secured a publisher. And if it’s an academic book (see blogs passim), you are on your own as far as publicity goes. Even if, as in my case, you have vowed never to write a book with footnotes again…