You didn’t know if it was happening.
Well, it’s happening.
It’s mostly written, surprisingly. Just gotta do some proofreading, and, as always, add even more love triangles.
No firm release date yet, other than JULY 2015.
So I have this book out, and it’s a book I poured a lot of time and effort into, with a premise that I really believe in. Near future science fiction, climate change, geoengineering, rocketry, 3d printing… I’m excited at seeing what happens in Book Two and beyond…
But it hasn’t really sold.
And I don’t seem to care that much at all.
Good question, no one.
I will be very sad if this book fades into obscurity… but you know what?
It won’t. Well… not yet. (Eventually, everything fades away, especially after the heat death of the universe.)
And I don’t need to be in a hurry.
Maybe there’s something wrong with it. The cover, the blurb, the realistic depiction of slightly incompetent spycraft… if so, maybe in three months from now I’ll see that, and I’ll fix it.
But even if there are a few things that aren’t as good as they could be (like in every other book in existence), I know it’s worth what I put in.
And honestly, having written it was more important than having it lauded.
And I’ve been doing this long enough now that I just can’t be brought to my knees by a lack of attention.
That’s right, Schmidt-girl lovers! Seffy and Iris are back, and someone took the time to write it all down.
Is it a cure? And if so, how would they actually spread the frickin thing? It’s not exactly Silver-Lining Friday for Seffy and Iris Schmidt.
Persephone has saved her half-sister Iris from the not-so-undead apocalypse (centered in the picturesque pancake known as the Red River Valley), not that the rest of North America isn’t slowly still finding itself infected and zombified by the mutated “cat-poop” parasite. Trapped in a devastated isolation zone of barricaded homes and coffee shops, the Schmidt sisters realize that there are powerful forces working not to cure the infection, but to find a way to control the minds of the infected.
Now the sheer effort required to keep themselves and their loved ones safe — while trying to stop the douchebag bad guys and save the planet — is threatening to overwhelm their unsteady relationship and endanger their very lives. But it’s starting to dawn on Seffy that there’s a chance she and Iris might be the ones who hold the real power…
So I have a book that’s coming out soon (Iris: Queen of the Partially Redeemed). I’m going to pick the release date in the next 2-3 days and it will be sometime between January 16 and 31st.
But I don’t want to release it.
Not because I don’t think it’s any good; if I didn’t like it I wouldn’t have written it (hence my recent lack of clown-narrated murder mysteries set in Saskatoon). It’s because I don’t feel like going through the let-down lifecycle of the new release.
1. Writing Phase: Writer self-motivates not just by enjoyment of storytelling, but visualizations of success, fame, and riches based on the release of Book Two from a little-known series.
2. Pre-release Phase: Book is completed (minus final polishing that will occur until at least a full week after it’s released), and while there are a few butterflies clawing away at the writer’s stomach lining, those visualizations are still showing up, if slightly less unrealistic (not success, but maybe not complete failure).
3. Release Day: Crap. Crap. Crap. Are the sales reports lagging? Is the “Buy Now” button broken?
4. First Review (let’s assume it’s pretty good): Phew. But why is no one buying?
5. Second Review (scathing): Writer wants to fake own death, maybe something involving a radio telescope and a big bag of rotting onions.
6. The Nothing Phase: Writer wonders when someone will take notice of the book, but worries about the day when someone actually does.
I like writing, and I do believe in what I’m writing (and accept that by their very nature, people closest to you will be wary of every creative thing you do). I’m in it for the long run, knowing that in the end of all of this, I will have had tens of thousands of readers, and some of those readers will have enjoyed what I do enough to be sad once I’ve told my last story.
But I wish there was a way to just throw these books into a vacuum tube on release day, and let some other Regan deal with the fact that a big name like Denzel Washington signed on for some other guy’s post-apocalyptic book-turned-movie. (Personally, I still envision Giancarlo Esposito as Baptiste, so maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.)
So, in essence, I want to write, and have plenty of readers, but I want to never have a bad day. Is that too much to ask?
The cover’s now revealed, and the release date will be released sometime around that moment on December 27th when I’m just done with Christmas.
Once again hoisting his scattered and sickening thoughts on an unsuspecting populace, Regan Wolfrom — the same Regan who is now talking about himself in the third person — celebrates the release of his book, not mentioning at all that through his inability to understand the CreateSpace process, he had the paperback version up for sale a week too early.
Yes, it’s release day.
offplanet, book one.
That’s right, I’ve made my decision and started the process. First Lights (offplanet, Book One) will be available at all major retailers on Friday, December 12th.
The eBook is currently available for pre-order in the following places: