Four Years A-writin'
It's that time again. Another year wrestled to the ground and beaten into submission. Let me stand up, dust myself off, and read where it all began...
Wow. This time last year I was just over traditional publishing and about to—checks notes—look for a small publisher? Maybe consider self-publishing? Jesus. I gave up on small publishers faster than society dropped all public health measures!
In less than a year I settled on self-publishing, researched self-publishing, edited and proofread my book (thank you, blessed beta readers), formatted the print and eBook versions, published and distributed both versions, secured a host of reviewers, sent copies to said reviewers, launched the novel, marketed and sold it online and in person, found more reviewers, and marketed the novel more, and more, and a bit more for good measure. Oh, and managed to sell a few copies. I'm being disingenious: I've already sold a great number and continue to sell more every month (four already in January!). In fact, I met Stephen King's minimum requirement to qualify as a professional writer: I paid a bill with my earnings. I think it was the gas bill.
Oh, but that's just one novel. I've also been finalizing The Citadel of Bureaucracy, my illustrated gamebook about a very bad day in the Public Service, and just two months ago started writing a free online serial about a thief who just can't get ahead in Tales of Misadventure.
Oh yeah, and held down a full-time job in the Public Service. What the hell am I doing? Damned if I know, but I'm having a hell of a lot of fun doing it.
So, what's next? I'll finish up Chyzek's story and The Citadel then get to work on the next novel, Summer's Sowing, which picks up where Springtide Harvest left off. Naturally, I'll probably write another book or two in the interim because I can't seem to stop writing, no matter how hard I try. I suppose that's a good trait for a writer.
As always, thanks to everyone who has supported me lo these four long years. Dare we chant "Four More Years" or would that be outright hubris? Ehn, let's do it anyway. Say it with me...
January 6, 2023
Springtide Harvest Beta Readers
Lisa Kannegieser Short