My mother's last book.
I worked all day getting it ready for print (Pagemaker wouldn't embed the fonts to the PDF, had to import it into inDesign, correct layout mistranslations, work out the percentages to get it to fit the different margins on Lulu, creating a cover, etc, etc.)
This book was finished when I left in April. I brought the files with me, print out two copies for her on the laser printer, and shipped them back to her. She presented it to the activities director at the nursing home; she's been really supportive of this project and helpful. She then tried to schedule a meeting with the Director of the nursing home, to show him what she had created. Meanwhile, she also took one of the bound laser prints I'd sent her and got a quote from a local printer to reproduce the book.
A month later, she was still waiting to meet with the director. You know, because it's not like she's on a terminal deadline or anything. Word finally got back to her that he didn't feel the need to meet with her. So, a copy was sent to him with the printing quote, to see if he was interested in having copies published; a lot of people had expressed interest (when I say a lot, I mean 30-40, lol- it's local history.) And she waited.
Finally, just this past Thursday, July 1st, two and half months after the book was finished, my dad called me in the evening to let me know they had just found out that the director didn't want to pay for it to be published, and seemingly doesn't want to have anything to do with it at all.
So, we're all "Fuck 'im" and made a few final corrections to the book (typos that were missed) and threw it up on lulu.com, where we're selling it for cost. Bastard.
Mom is getting more confused every day, according to my father. Some times when I call her in the morning, I can tell she's struggling for the right words. And sometimes, she doesn't want to talk very long. Hopefully, when the book gets to her next week, she'll still be lucid enough to recognize her accomplishment.