Thursday, 29 July 2021
It's oh so quiet...
Seven weeks since Survival Machines was released and… it’s all very quiet.
I haven’t been told why, but hundreds of copies of Survival Machines remain stuck in the warehouse. None have been sent out to distributors (for independent bookshops) or even to the mighty ‘Zon. Meanwhile, I sit on the dock of the bay watching countless other Unbound books launching with great fanfare, reviews and blog tours.
I’m not sure what else I can say other than after seven weeks, the toll on my mental health has not been good.
Head up. Shoulders back. Reality check. At least I’m not going for Gymnastics gold. Books don’t have a sell by date. And… I’m cracking on with writing Origin Wars (book 3) which is proving to be bloody amazing! I’m just over halfway and now free writing, after spending the past few months re-writing the 70,000 words I’d written in 2019. The characters’ journeys are taking wild turns as they make their way towards their final destination and we discover ‘why’.
As you know, I like to promote other writers where I can, so (when you’ve finished reading Survival Machines) why not check out some of these free samples?
So, while the other books glide out to sea with sails full of wind and good hope, the Survival Machines iceberg calves off a mighty glacier and slips into the shipping lanes barely noticed. But, to wildly mix the metaphors, this iceberg is like a swan, with huge webbed feet paddling furiously underneath the surface. Not two legs, but five enormous six-toed paddles, powered by hyper-enhanced leg muscles… and one robot leg for good measure.
Watch out. This iceberg is going places.