I've now published Instability on the Nook and Smashwords, with Amazon saying "Live" but not yet available. I'm not sure why and I'll update it when it is. It's the second of my full-length books that I waffled on for several months before finally biting the bullet and publishing the thing myself. On the other side of it, I can't imagine why I would do anything else. Publishing is fun.
Because Instability sprung out of the longest time of turmoil and confusion I've had in my life so far, it's only appropriate that I would publish it in a time of chaos and uncertainty. The publishing industry attracts screams of doubt and fury from all quarters, several independently published books (both on their first publication and later) became nominated for the Hugos this year, and digital books continue to devour the industry.
Four months ago, I planned to only publish novellas and shorter works myself, because I'd reserve some for corporate backing. After sending 2600+ job applications and counting, sending half a dozen queries to agents and editors, and seeing the Department of Fucking Justice call out half a dozen publishers, I decided to say "fuck it" and strike out on my own.
The 2600+ applications sealed it for me. I don't want to send that many shitty things out blind when I can, in an hour, or two at the most, publish my own books and get paid for them. That hasn't panned out to much, and I have little hope it will, but if I can write a lot faster and crank out lots of pulp, maybe I can make the barest amount to survive on.
See, it's kind of ironic that I published Instability as my last book of this year of living in Minneapolis, because, before three or four years ago, I had never walked around in a city, or believed I could live in one without a genuine $million in the bank. Right now, I'm living on my own, in my own apartment, in the middle of Minneapolis and publishing books. I'm living the dream, right now.
When I wrote Instability, I had spent a week at my cousin's flat, roamed around downtown and returned reeling with ideas. I channeled every single new idea I had into the book, and ended up with a tragedy with giant beastmen, a criminal mastermind with mind control, a cloning tank, bizarre symbolism, racial diversity, an assassination, and an inexperienced private detective whose temper would explode when he found out what had happened to him years ago.
Not long before that, I had read over half of the 9/11 Commission Report, a book I think more USians should read when they're ready to face that event on its own terms, and came away shaken and horrified. Those emotions channeled straight into Instability and made it the most painful and exhausting book I'd written. I think I did well in it, and I noticed a change in my writing voice around that time.
I'm angrier and focused now and can fly into rages that make me scared to look at myself in the mirror. Since writing it, I know more about myself and my capabilities, and I'm more aware of my problems around exactly who I am. I keep getting more complicated and troubled by everything, and for some strange reason, that seems to be exactly how it's supposed to be. I hope Instability shows that and that's it's a fairly decent read.
By the way, a week in Minneapolis gave me ideas, but living here for a year has given me more than I can ever hope to use. I just hope I can use them in the right way for the right reasons.
Because Instability sprung out of the longest time of turmoil and confusion I've had in my life so far, it's only appropriate that I would publish it in a time of chaos and uncertainty. The publishing industry attracts screams of doubt and fury from all quarters, several independently published books (both on their first publication and later) became nominated for the Hugos this year, and digital books continue to devour the industry.
Four months ago, I planned to only publish novellas and shorter works myself, because I'd reserve some for corporate backing. After sending 2600+ job applications and counting, sending half a dozen queries to agents and editors, and seeing the Department of Fucking Justice call out half a dozen publishers, I decided to say "fuck it" and strike out on my own.
The 2600+ applications sealed it for me. I don't want to send that many shitty things out blind when I can, in an hour, or two at the most, publish my own books and get paid for them. That hasn't panned out to much, and I have little hope it will, but if I can write a lot faster and crank out lots of pulp, maybe I can make the barest amount to survive on.
See, it's kind of ironic that I published Instability as my last book of this year of living in Minneapolis, because, before three or four years ago, I had never walked around in a city, or believed I could live in one without a genuine $million in the bank. Right now, I'm living on my own, in my own apartment, in the middle of Minneapolis and publishing books. I'm living the dream, right now.
When I wrote Instability, I had spent a week at my cousin's flat, roamed around downtown and returned reeling with ideas. I channeled every single new idea I had into the book, and ended up with a tragedy with giant beastmen, a criminal mastermind with mind control, a cloning tank, bizarre symbolism, racial diversity, an assassination, and an inexperienced private detective whose temper would explode when he found out what had happened to him years ago.
Not long before that, I had read over half of the 9/11 Commission Report, a book I think more USians should read when they're ready to face that event on its own terms, and came away shaken and horrified. Those emotions channeled straight into Instability and made it the most painful and exhausting book I'd written. I think I did well in it, and I noticed a change in my writing voice around that time.
I'm angrier and focused now and can fly into rages that make me scared to look at myself in the mirror. Since writing it, I know more about myself and my capabilities, and I'm more aware of my problems around exactly who I am. I keep getting more complicated and troubled by everything, and for some strange reason, that seems to be exactly how it's supposed to be. I hope Instability shows that and that's it's a fairly decent read.
By the way, a week in Minneapolis gave me ideas, but living here for a year has given me more than I can ever hope to use. I just hope I can use them in the right way for the right reasons.
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