It’s official. I’m no longer a partner in Per Bastet Publications, although I’m very happily still an author with the house. The magnificent Sara Marian has taken over as Chief Cat Wrangler in Charge of Publicity, which is fantastic, since she also brings some major editing skillz.
I know the publishing industry is sort of a hot-bed of behind-the-scenes drama, but there really isn’t any to report here. I love Marian and T, (and Sara, for that matter). I will continue to publish with them. I just didn’t want to be a publisher – so much that it was keeping me from writing.
I’ve always struggled way more with shutting off my “inner marketer” than I do my “inner editor.” It reached a point where the creative writer part of my brain just couldn’t get enough air to breathe. I tried stifling my inner marketer, but then that meant I wasn’t doing the job I was supposed to be doing for Per Bastet.
I admire T, Marian, Amanda, Stephen Zimmer, Jason Sizemore, Steven Saus and others who can manage running a small press while also producing prose of their own. But in the end, I just wasn’t up to it.
I finally came to the conclusion that the best thing for everyone was for me to resign. They’re frankly already doing better without me and my inner conflict. And I’m doing better, too. In just a few weeks, I’ve already accomplished more writing than I did all of last year. I’m on track to finish the third Belle Starr book, which has been “coming soon” since 2014.
So while it was a hard decision, it was definitely the right one.