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Self Publishing: Boon or Boneheaded?

I've been doing some research on self-publishing my book.

From all the info gleaned, I think it might be a good way to go.

Has anyone out there had success with self publishing a book? I'd love to hear from you.


  1. Pammy, i self published my first book. It wasn't really a commercial proposition as far as the publishing companies were concerned. They were right.
    I went ahead with it because I felt it was worthy of publication. I was advised by Sarah, my wife, to go for 500 copies but I went for 1000. I subsequently managed to sell about 600.
    This is a pretty common tale among self publishers so my advice would be don't go in too big - you can always reprint if the book flies away.
    Good Luck. On the plus side I think it is quite a bit cheaper now than it was in 1998.

  2. No idea I have no idea of how to even go about it. I'll be back to find out how its done.reat blog

  3. I'm not sure how the self-publishing thing works mean I can't just click the "publish" button?

    Keep us informed. I'm curious now.

  4. Oh that there was a button for everything in life. Just push and voila'! Instant success.

    I've found some promising websites on self publishing. I'll keep everyone posted.

    You're all going to buy at least ten books apiece to give as Christmas gifts, right? ;grin:

  5. Pammy - are you going to give us a bit of an insight into the nature of the tome.

  6. offer a variety of options. I don't know anyone who's used them but they advertise a lot!

  7. Yes dear Tom. It's about a cross pond romance. Unrequited love and all that. :grin:

    Richard, thank you for the name of the self publishing place. I'm compiling a list and comparing prices, options, et.

  8. I know a few that have self published their work. I've never ask them how because none were close friends. However, I would be interested in knowing.

  9. Stephen, I see from your profile that you are in publishing. Do you mind if I ask in what way?


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