Well, I finally did it – I got it all put together and printed as a book. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it or not, and there’s been something nagging at me for a while, since I started blogging about the story of my husband’s brain injury.
I’m just not the self-publish-and-promote-myself type of person, you know? I’ve always figured I could just put things out there and if people wanted something, they would come for it, whether it was my music, my handmade crafts, my quilting services, or now my story. I don’t see myself sitting somewhere selling my own book, but if someone is looking for a story, and it can help them somehow, I’m happy to share it. I don’t know if that makes sense or not, but that’s me 🙂
So when a company that helps people get their blogs published into books found me – I didn’t even know about them until they followed my blog, which I’m sure is a great marketing strategy for them! – it seemed like the right time to get it done, to take a step.
I ordered one copy just for me, to see what it would be like to have my story in book form. I have to say it was an overwhelming experience to hold it in my hands and read it as a book rather than a series of online posts. We read so much online these days, but there is something more real about a book. Hard to explain, but I’m sure book readers out there will know what I mean. And it’s lasting. So if the whole internet blows up one day, I will still have the book. My family will still have the book. Of course I have files and I could print things out on paper, but it’s not the same as a real book.
So here it is, the story from start to finish – or at least to Pat’s finish line. I’ve already had inquiries about ordering copies for others in my local area, so I’m placing orders in bulk and if anyone is interested, please contact me. The company is in Europe, they ship quickly, and they set the base prices, so no, regardless of what you pay, I’m not going to get rich! In fact, because of the quality of the paper they use the price is higher than you might expect so adding anything for me just seems like too much. But that’s OK because I never did it to make money.
I did it for personal reasons; it was therapeutic, and it’s the kind of thing I wished I had found to relate to when I was in the middle of it all. And it’s also for Pat because through it he will be remembered in a concrete way and he would want to help others by its being shared. And while he will always be remembered by us and others who knew and loved him, somehow a book seems concrete; who knows where it can travel to, whose hands it might end up in down the road, or who it could help even years from now? Books are lasting and often carry with them their own stories apart from their actual contents. There’s always a story “of” a book as well as the story within it. Each reader will have their own 🙂