Ho boy. What a difference twenty-four hours makes.
I received word that my publisher, Musa, is shutting down.
They've always been completely above board with me, and I don't expect any trouble. Their contract and dealings with their authors were easily accessible, and I never a problem talking to them.
But now I find myself without a home.
I am glad that I dipped a toe into the self-pub waters with Out of Magic so I not totally naive about what road to take. I’m not wringing my hands wondering what I’ll do now. An agent requested one manuscript so the traditional route isn't off-limits. I have a most excellent editor, Angela Kelly, who is branching out. She is creating her own editing business, thank Heavens.
But I have formatting to consider, cover artists, and self-publishing to think about.
To the Musa family’s credit, they are quitting before financial reasons force them to quit. All rights to the books revert to the authors at the end of the month. I will need to buy the book cover image and place my books back with the venders.
It was a good start and my appreciation to Musa for giving me a chance and showing me the road to travel knows no bounds.
Recently, I joked with a blogger and dear friend about his publisher. I asked if they were taking urban fantasy since I was peeved with my publisher. He said, yes. ACK. Self-prophesying much?