2 years later...
walks out of a wall of smoke
Hey, everyone. I'm still alive. It was a little touch & go, writing-wise, but here's the story.
So when we left off, I had finished publishing my six part
Disciple series,
Hawks & Rams was about to drop, and I was talking about an urban fantasy medical drama.
Disciple has been selling okay. A few promotions with BookGrow gave me some bumps, but that seems to be self-limiting.
Hawks & Rams also sold a bit despite having gotten no promotion that I know of.
I went on to publish a three part science fiction series that had been patiently waiting for attention. Edited by Debra Doyle. Art by a French guy I found on DeviantArt, I'm happy with the covers. Did a BookGrow promotion. The market returned its verdict: we don't care.
C'est la guerre.
Meanwhile, that urban fantasy medical drama turned into a huge fucking train wreck. I wrote a first draft. My betas pointed out that the story wasn't finished. I tried to write a second volume. That crashed and burned. I had to shelve it for a while. Tried to work on other things, but apparently I'm monogamous when it comes to writing.
Airborne (that's its name) turned into a spiritual vampire. Note: there are zero vampires in
Airborne.
I went to Boskone this year and got a nudge in the non-linear storytelling workshop. Could that work? Should I risk tackling it again? Could I survive another disaster?
Well, two-plus years later, I finally have a single volume, complete
Airborne. 130k. Urban fantasy medical spy thriller. And the main character can fuck right off, I never want to talk to him again. Thank goodness the urban fantasy market is so hot right now. /s
Mentally, I'm still in a state of exhaustion though I did knock out two small stories in the immediate aftermath.
In 2016, while
Airborne was a merrily blazing dumpster fire, I accidentally became a blogger-journalist in my local underground electronic music scene. It kept me sane and earned me some free drinks, some guest list considerations, and a bit of local notoriety. It's been interesting learning to speak with those whose primary language is music and wires.
Self-pub-wise, my sales have died down quite a bit.
Disciple paid for my science fiction, and now I'm working with limited resources. I've barely talked to other writers, even my fellow VP grads, for two years. Feels a lot like I'm starting from scratch, since I'm sure the world has continued to change while I was gone.
Greetings