Quite honestly, I can't. I got off easy on releasing the two books I have because they'd been published before so the editing had already been done. Once the rights reverted, it was just a matter of getting new ISBNs for them, getting new cover art, formatting them for release, and sending them out into the wild. I no longer have neither the time nor the resources to continue the endeavor; it's drained too much from me and my soul and even if I wanted to, the finances aren't there without amassing a huge amount of debt I'm trying to avoid. In the end, I'm not cut out for self-pub so I'd rather admit that than continue to beat myself about the head and shoulders to make something that isn't working somehow and miraculously turn around.
TMI WARNING:
My two books were released on various self-pub formats in 2014-2015. It's nearly three years and almost $10,000 (mostly in promotion opportunities and yearly appearances at a convention) later to claim less than $200 in royalties. I can't keep that up. And the pressure I'd been putting on myself has all but sapped my creative desire to continue writing (since I went to RT Booklovers Convention in April 2016 and this year in May, it's taken that long for me to squeeze one chapter out of my system. ONE chapter. Even then, it has to wait for edits because it's still not really what I want). I may sound a little hyperbolic or laying on the drama a bit too thick but the biggest worry in my life has been this self-pub effort. It's contributed to my recent bout of depression (upgraded from clinical to severe) and I can't write around it; I have to face it head on and like many sources of my life's challenges, it needs to be completely excised. There's no way for me to work with it any longer. I'd thought about it and the first thing that occurred to me is what my accounting workbooks look like. Then I looked at the return on the investment and while many don't recoup anything for their efforts, I finally said to myself "this is fucking NUTS".
When I finally made the decision about two weeks ago to begin the process of shutting everything down, it really, really hurt. It hurt because I had to admit I wasn't successful at something (again) and the roots began to dig a little further into my creative desires. I shut down for about 24 to 48 hours but finally pulled out of it when I reminded myself the self-pub isn't who I am. I knew I wasn't going to make a metric shit tonne of money from it and I knew the ROI would be infinitesimal but I hadn't realized how microscopic it was going to be. Because it's been eating at me so much for so long, it has to be shut down. I can't find a compromise to keep it going without it further destroying me and my desire to keep writing. Since I'd decided to stop, there have been some brief flashes of creativity but I need to get back into that pattern again. It's going to take me a while but it's going to happen.