Monday, October 27, 2008
England's founding genius of present-day science, Francis Bacon says a young man will give it all out to succeed on a project, drive the full bolt home.
And old man will putter around, and not generally go about driving the full bolt home.
Heh. I wonder if old Bacon was talking about my sex life.
In any event, I seem poised on some sort of victory, and being an old man, I can't seem to drive the full bolt home.
Egad. Could I put it in double?
But right now, when it comes to publishing, I have to drive the full bolt home, and what I'm asking here is if readers of this blog can hellp me out-- step on my sorry ass if you have to and help Ivan in a rather strange publishing gambit.
A British distributor, a big one, has picked up one of my books, originally published by my own Island Grove Press, which I had set up for my students and promising bloggers. I have published many of my studens at Seneca College, Toronto, and have also published, electronically, most of my Quarks, regular associates of this blog.
Well, this time I became an old dog-in-the-manger and published myself under Island Grove Press.
Sent it out into the ether, and guess what?
An important U.K. distrubutor has picked up this novel, titled The Fire in Bradford and is flogging it to all and sundry in Europe, Canada, ther U.S. and worldwide.
But they did not have my permission.
Hell, I should care? Ordinarily, I'd sell my grandmother to have anything out on this scale.
Whatever the case, I want to have a look at this development, but I fear to have a look because they might just pull the entire project back, since they listed me without my permission...Do not misunderstand: I would go down on somebody just to have had this kind of exposure. Bootleg away!
My first impulse was to write in to AbeBooks.co.uk and ask for a copy of The Fire in Bradford and see what kind of a job they did on it. They say it's hard cover. Hey!
But then hey would have realized it's me and maybe pull right back, and I would be out this kind of exposure.
So maybe I send an apprentice down to the well?
So I am here now indulging the graces of my readers and ask anybody out there with five minutes to spare, order The Fire In Bradford; I will personally reimburse the purchase amount, whatever it is.
Better form, in fact if somebody else buys the book instead of me.
As I say, I am sort of inveigling on you, dear readers.
Here's the plan.
Google Ivan Prokopchuk, novelist.
There will now be five references, the fifth line being AbeBook.co.uk., and there you will find:
ISBN 10: 0969182945
ISBN 13: 9780969182948
Publisher: Island Grove Press
Publication Date: 1997
I almost failed Political Science while at Toronto's Ryerson U.
So when it comes to acts political, this may be another lead balloon project for Ivan.
But help me out if you can. Google Ivan Prokophuk, novelist, go down to lising number five, and find me.
Then order me.
I will pay you back. Honest.
Well, as honest as a writer can be.