Publication day. Now that’s a day to forget. Throughout my years in publishing it’s always struck me as the oddest thing. From almost the moment a book becomes a glint in the editor’s eye, the date of publication accompanies talk of higher, more literary concerns. But when the date does come round it’s strangely uneventful, and no more than the little bundle of numbers it was in the first place. Meanwhile, of course, the words have been written (the biggest feat of all), the covers have been made, the ink has dried, and the finished books have been sent out into the world. So time has been filled, and a whole host of people have been busy. But on publication day itself? Nothing much happens, unless it’s just that I haven’t been invited.
Juliette Mitchell's blog about books, writing and other things of that sort. For more about who I am and what I do, have a look at www.juliettemitchell.co.uk.
Thursday, 12 September 2013
Something to celebrate
Publication day. Now that’s a day to forget. Throughout my years in publishing it’s always struck me as the oddest thing. From almost the moment a book becomes a glint in the editor’s eye, the date of publication accompanies talk of higher, more literary concerns. But when the date does come round it’s strangely uneventful, and no more than the little bundle of numbers it was in the first place. Meanwhile, of course, the words have been written (the biggest feat of all), the covers have been made, the ink has dried, and the finished books have been sent out into the world. So time has been filled, and a whole host of people have been busy. But on publication day itself? Nothing much happens, unless it’s just that I haven’t been invited.
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