"Breathless Press has decided to close its doors after a long year of declining sales...."
That is about all I could read before my eyes filled. Before my heart broke. Before I was left breathless.
This saddens me, and leaves me without a publisher. I had six books with Breathless Press. My first one in was published in 2009 and the last one just a few months ago.
However, unlike many troubled small publishing houses, Breathless Press did not leave authors high and dry. They closed their doors softly...slowly...and with a heads up. My publisher--well, former publisher--kept everyone updated. Then, when options were exhausted, they closed before they went broke. This means every author, editor, cover artist and marketer gets paid.
Too many times I've read about independent publishers closing with no notice, leaving the authors wondering how to get their right backs and collect owed royalties. Not my publisher. Breathless Press was a company full of honest, hardworking and amazing people. People who were shoved out of the publishing world by economic downfalls. Ouch.
Today I filled out the form to revert rights to me. Damn. Yes, there were tears, and they fell hard and fast. Then, with my sister's words echoing in my mind, I swiped a tissue over my eyes and took a shaky breath. I decided to look for that door she stated would open when Breathless Press closed theirs.
I'm still looking.
I think I need glasses. Preferably rose colored ones...
Okay time to buck up. It's a new venture. It's only been a few hours since I heard the final click of the door closing, but though I am left out in the cold, dark world without those rose colored glasses, I refuse to give up.
I'm going to make my own path, fulfill my dreams and bring my characters to life again.