When I go out into the world to teach, I usually get approached by at least one talented woodworker who is interested in writing a book. And they ask if Lost Art Press would publish it.
This is like asking me: Do you want to get drunk? I mean, hell yes. I’m a writer and I like beer and some days (these days especially) I can see the value in a good bender. But I also know that drinking is bad for my health and yours. So I’m torn.
Writing a book is both the stupidest and most wonderful thing you can do. Most people think of only the wonderful side – the universal accolades and the ecstasy parties that come with every new ISBN.
Few people talk about the confusing, self-doubting grind that separates you from your family and loved ones for months or years that comes with writing a book.
I’ve worked in publishing as an author, editor, publisher, pre-press manager and fulfillment specialist. During my career, I have tried to be as transparent and honest as I can about this business, so here are…
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