I’m a USian, so I’m supposed to be all patriotic and uplifted because it’s Memorial Day. Sorry, but I’ve never been good at emoting on demand and the sight of that ugly red, white, and blue flapping in the breeze has never managed to change that. The hundreds and thousands of death that have taken place all over the world, for centuries, and that continue to take place, many of them a result of this country’s empire ambitions, have haunted me since I was old enough to understand what war was all about, starting with WWII and Hiroshima. So here’s my offering for a day when most Americans are watching parades, stuffing themselves with hot dogs, getting sunburned, and having a generally great time.
Now, in the tradition of shifting attention back to the really important stuff, the rest is all about me.
Revision of Gift of Blood (to be renamed Gift of the Ancien) is going well. First novel and all that, it’s benefitting from the authorial maturity attained over the last two years. Plot holes are filling in, characters are becoming more rounded, and the end of the story is finally resolving itself. Unless I stumble into one of my black holes, there’s a chance I’ll be able to publish it in June — late.
I’m still waiting for The Darkest Prison to be price-matched to zero on Kindle. On Smashwords, it’s had about 160 downloads and much to my surprise, it got a review. Four stars is very encouraging, since the review is . . . well . . . “Not too sure what to say. That was possibly one of the most devastating stories I’ve ever read. I kind of want to go curl up and cry now.” Makes me not too sure that I want to write any more psychological horror if it can have that kind of impact.
For sales, May has been my worst month so far. But it could have been even worse. Started out with no sales at all, then a little flurry brought it up to six, Smashwords and Kindle combined. More silence from the millions of customers out there, then a little dribble, and finally, a hiccup. So it looks as if May will end with a grand total of . . . wait for it . . . 17 sales. Ta Da!
I’m learning not to get discouraged, because sales go up and down, even for the most popular authors. We indie authors who can’t follow the golden path of popular genres will always be swimming upstream. Just think of the muscles we’re developing.