For those of you who’ve been wondering – I hope – the re-release of Say Uncle progresses.
Just for the record, on the overwhelming advice of those who had an opinion the last time I wrote about this here, I did not re-type the book.
For those who don’t remember or didn’t read the previous post:
Say Uncle, my first novel is no longer in print thanks to the evil machinations of publishing. That is, the original editor moved to a different house. His replacement, to prove that his was longer, cut my novel in favor of the nonfiction work of someone in the, at the time, unheard of profession of blogging! There was some pretense that they wanted to avoid “conflicting” titles on the same topic, but my editor’s replacement eventually manned up and alluded to things and staff changing.
Fast forward to today. I’m experimenting with the emerging new world of electronic publishing. Traditional publishing seems increasingly interested in only publishing books that relate to movies, TV, reactionary right wing politics or Oprah. These subjects employ the strange modern technique called advertising as yet untried in the publishing field. I mean, why try promoting your product when you can add sea monsters and zombies to the well known works of authors dead so long you don’t have to pay them? Right?
Since I’m still alive – just barely – and hope one day to be paid so I can eat and stuff, I’m striking out on my own and testing the ePublishing waters by re-releasing Say Uncle as an eBook. The advantage is that Say Uncle is out of print and I’ve already written the sequel that my replacement editor passed on when he dumped me in favor of that blogger! Sniff. Sob.
The only problem with the Say Uncle Redux was that it was written in the before times way back in the 90’s and I have no final digital file. I was planning to re-type it and said so here to the hue and cry of those who thought the endeavor madness.
“Scan, scan, you fool. Have you not heard of OCR?” or words to that effect met my sentimental rhapsodizing over the experience of revisiting my own words from long ago Eric. Well I’m nothing, if not lazy, so I figured what the hell, right?
My computer genius Brett could not cause the scanner I actually own to work with my computer despite the fact that both are manufactured by the same company. Don’t computer and software companies just make you want to get some pitchforks, torches and villagers together for a little rampage?
Brett, or Sir Brett as he shall be heretofore known, pulled a Galahad and took a copy to some undisclosed scanner. He returned in less than a day with the whole thing on a thumbnail drive. And poof, my troubles began.
Delighted as I am that I did not have to re-type the bloody manuscript, scanning is not quite the miracle labor saving device it might at first appear. True, the book is scanned. Sadly, none of the formatting scanned with it. No paragraph returns, no quote marks, and if e looks too much like c then Sean becomes Scan, and let’s not talk about seat. Spell check can only go so far and it becomes all about editing. But I didn’t have to re-type!
I’m working with an expert on formatting books for ePublication. Next week I should have Say Uncle in a form that I can edit before I convert it to the form it needs to be in order to translate successfully to the eFormat. Whew.
So, new book soon. I’ll let you know.
Eric Shaw Quinn 