When I filled out the form to submit my book to Amazon, there was a space for publisher. Duh. Obvious question. Why hadn’t I thought about it? I had a choice, of course: I could leave it blank or I could name a publisher.
I went with Razor Productions. Back when I was a single mom with a ten-month-old baby and I quit my job — an act that seemed highly irresponsible and yet entirely irresistible — my plan was that I’d take the year I had enough money for and figure out the rest later. When I was down to $10,000 in savings, I’d start looking for another job. But meanwhile, I’d enjoy the time I had to spend with the fattest, smiliest, happiest Gerber baby that ever there was.
I lasted over three years freelancing before I had to take a real job. Three years that I mostly got to spend with a baby, toddler, preschooler, watching him grow and learn and become. And wow, the talking? It was just the coolest thing ever. I tried to count his words as he learned them, but between 18 months and 21 months, they multiplied at such a phenomenal rate. He was learning new words faster than I could write them down.
My freelance name was RaZoR Productions: it stood for Rory Zane Rafferty, and although I fully supported us with writing and editing, my big production was definitely the happy kid.
So I made it my publisher name. And I decided that if this writing business actually makes sense, maybe I’ll make it official and set up a business and all that. But meanwhile, if you followed the author link to find out whether this is a legit publisher, your suspicions are exactly right. It’s not. It’s just a name.