The One Where I Publish A Book

This one time an editor liked my memoir. He said lovely things about the writing and the theme and the fact that probably people who read it would tell their friends to read it too. And I got my hopes up, and my agent told me to be cool, cool as a cuke, and my husband said I should warn her I'm the anti-cuke. And I did. But I was cool. And I didn't tell you the editor liked it, because maybe he wouldn't convince his publishing house to actually take me on. And he didn't convince them. And my hopes plummeted as any excitable person's hopes should rightly do.

There came a point when we decided independent publishing was the way to get this book into the world. After all, THE THANK YOU ROOM has so many people I love in it, and it's nicer to read a book as a book instead of as a Word document. And the Word document could never get to some stranger out there, who's never heard of me or my blog, but is going through a big, fat, ugly mountain that scares them and makes them feel alone.

So.... my book had been through revisions, but now it's been through the eyes of a detailed copyeditor. Jaymes Schrock took some pictures and designed a beautiful cover. Book Baby was suggested as a good company to get the process started as they will take my Word document and format for all the e-readers on the planet (and computer screens too). And, you know - above all - Mom said. So I did it.

Because of that, in two to three weeks you should be able to go to quite a number of online bookstores and purchase a nicely-priced little memoir with the beautifully designed cover you see here. The description is as follows:

Serenity Bohon is twenty-nine, married to her childhood sweetheart and mother to two young sons. After becoming pregnant again, Serenity is diagnosed with a rare, aggressive cancer. As she faces her worst fears, and struggles with what it really means to have faith, she gathers around her the people she has loved. The Thank You Room is the story of how they survived together.

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