Here I am, thundering through the first draft of a novel whose characters include 100 typing monkeys.
And over there, there’s Momus, noodling on the quixotic production of Faber Finds, which are new to me, and described thusly:
Faber Finds — there must be a couple of thousand of them by now — are titles which would otherwise be out of print, but whose unpopularity doesn’t warrant a full republishing. Print-runs can be as low as a single copy.
Now, the romantics amongst you might be thinking awww, how sweet, that a publisher might love such a book enough to keep it going by POD, and – yes! – doing so in an aesthetically appealing manner.
However, those of you who have been following the blogs of Dean Wesley Smith, Kristine Kathryn Rusch and a whole host of other writers far more experienced and successful than I am (for now) might choose to believe that this sort of shenanigan is simply an excuse to hold onto print rights for a book which would otherwise revert to the writer.
And, while I agree that there is a certain attraction in the simple covers and quirky typeface, after looking at two or three I started to think the artist was being overly creative with the sort of short, curly hair many people have waxed off…