Words complete…

And by complete, I mean that I have finished my first draft of Steel-Toed Blues, and I am fully cognizant of the fact that there is a LOT of work to do before this manuscript is beta reader-ready, let alone good to query. Still, it’s been a long road from there to here.

In November of 2013, I decided that despite the fact that I had no plot, no characters, and definitely no time–in fact I was PCS’ing from Kuwait back to Fort Bragg with some block leave in New Jersey thrown in there–I was going to do NaNoWriMo. I even wrote this blog post about how I could totally pants the thing because I was soooOOoooOOooo experienced with narrative. Of course I was going to be able to handle it…

Cue maniacal laughter. And tears. Both from future me.

Anyway, just some of the things that have happened since then:

  • Moving back to the States
  • Getting off active duty with the Army
  • Having a child
  • Starting a small business
  • Taking command in the Reserves and traveling back and forth to NJ from NC every month
  • Getting ready to have another child
  • Picking up a new instrument/Getting involved with a local theater group
  • Trying to write all the things at once.

S0, yeah… It’s a complete mystery why it took three years to finish this thing…

And yet–in some aspects, taking my time with the project has been a good thing. I’ve written a number of short stories, been involved with a few anthologies, and had a chance to let things sit and percolate and that allowed some things to intensify with the characters that wouldn’t otherwise have broken through.

One of the things I love to do is bake bread, especially bagels. Now, the important part of bread baking (other than making sure your kitchen is warm so the yeast activates well) is making sure the dough has enough time to ferment. When making bagels, you proof them in the fridge for 24 to 48 hours, just to make sure that the glutens have enough time to do their thing and get to the place where you can pop them in the boiling water and then bake them up and have a little taste of home.

And now I’m hungry. Let’s move on from this metaphor.

Back to my story. While it would have been better to write faster and be on the third or fourth novel for which I have notes floating around my desk/journal/laptop/five gajillion notebooks, this is a good time to have Steel-Toed Blues finish up.

Since I’m drinking for two, I decided to forego the normal celebratory Scotch, and instead my spouse and I took the Ladybug out to dinner, followed by some shopping at the bookstore, which is a pretty good Thursday night in my book. Tomorrow, it’s back to getting things done, cranking out words.

And also, plotting the next book, because plot outlines are awesome, no matter what the 2013 version of me told you.

Happy New Year!

Back from the hiatus!

Welcome back to me and everyone else who decided to stop by. As you can probably see by some of the lack of posting that’s been going on, I’ve been on a bit of a vacation. If, by vacation, you mean I’ve been going a million miles an hour and finally am getting back to normal.

First, I did NOT do NaNoWriMo (shame on me.) BUT — I am offering a special deal for those who did. I am available to edit your NaNo 2016 manuscript at my discount rate ($0.05/word). Deal will last until January 15, 2017, so if you’re interested, hit me up at infamous_scribbler ~at~ yahoo.com.

So what was I doing while I was gone? I’ve successfully extricated myself from my Army Reserve company command, and will be entering the Individual Ready Reserve very shortly. (For the non-military folks, that means I will be in a status where I don’t have to drill every month, and I don’t have a specific unit I’m assigned to, but I still have the ability to participate in certain activities and can still be called up if the Big Army so desires.) With everything going on, and trying to concentrate on the number of books I intend to write in 2017, it seemed like a good decision.

I’ve also started paying a lot of attention to local politics, with the intention of becoming more involved on the state and local level. I’d love to try my hand at volunteering with a campaign, or perhaps even running myself. But likely, I will stick to volunteering. I’ve become a little more realistic with the amount of hours in a day that I actually have at my disposal.

Of course, I’m still volunteering more than I should for the things I love. Sweet Tea Shakespeare has invited me to get involved more behind the scenes, and I’m happy to oblige. I’m looking forward to spreading the word about what they do, and hopefully finding us new places to share the performances as well as recruit more people. And I also have this secret love of playing the bass that they seem to be willing to indulge, so that is another benefit. I won’t be in the upcoming performance of Antony & Cleopatra, but I’m looking forward to going and sitting in the audience, and you should come, too!

With the onset of the third trimester of Ladybug II, who will NOT be named Platypus, no matter what a certain significant other keeps lobbying for, I find that my mental concentration is going downhill. So I’ve been doing a lot of reading, trying to get it back, as well as a lot of crafting, such as knitting, spinning, sewing, etc., and baking. This way, I can MAKE something and not have to necessarily think about making it as I go.

But wait, I hear you say. Aren’t you supposed to be pursuing a writing career? Why yes! Yes, I am. And this blog post is the first in a sequence of getting back to my routine of putting words on paper, digital and otherwise. I’ve got a short story started for Writerpunk Press that needs another couple thousand words. I’ve got the last 5-7,000 words of Steel-Toed Blues to plow through. I’ve got some unnamed romance novel edits, and then another round of querying to go for that. I’ve got a non-fiction book proposal to write. I’ve got a sequel planned for Cold Run, a sequel for STB, and a zombie apocalypse novel that is in the works. Is it realistic to think that I’ll get all this done in 2017 with another new baby and a Ladybug who is in full terrible twos mode? Don’t crush my dreams. It can be done.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for following along. Hope the holiday season doesn’t find you too crazed, and if you would like to drop me a line or visit me on Facebook, please do!

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Contemplating next steps…

This week I’ve been working the checklists and caffeine pretty hard, as I get ready to start traveling in order to enter the end game of my time in HHC command in the Army Reserve. It’s given me some time to contemplate what I’m doing with my life, and making a few choices to refine what needs to happen.

The process started with a simple question from friends reacting to my manic social media statuses — how are you doing everything that you do? My pat answer (checklists and caffeine) is actually pretty accurate. But I started to reflect. Am I doing a lot? Am I doing the right things? Is this what I need to be doing to achieve my long-term goals?

Some of the things, other than checklists and caffeine, that help me get things done are: 1. Extremely supportive spouse and true co-parent. I really could not do these things without him. 2. Planned (and unplanned) rest times. Sometimes I just ignore what I’m supposed to do and read a book to re-charge the batteries. But, I try to stick to the planned rest times. 3. I have reached a point in my life where I say no to anything I don’t want to do. Yes, I’ll engage in tasks that I might otherwise NOT have a preference for, but it will be in the service of a goal that I have specifically chosen for myself. I recognize this is a luxury, and I try to make what I do worthy of that choice.

However, I have realized that some of the things I’m doing, no matter how rewarding, are not working out. I have not spent quality time writing in a long time. 500, 700 words here and there are not what builds a writing career. I should be done with the first draft, first revision, second revision, and query process for Steel-Toed Blues. Instead, I’m about to write the final, climactic scene. I’ve BEEN about to write the final climactic scene for about a week now. Plus, NaNoWriMo is coming, I need to finish edits and re-query a category romantic suspense, I have a short story deadline for WriterPunk press coming up, and another novel outlined and ready to go. Something in my life has to go away so I can shoehorn in the time to write.

That something is my Army Reserve time. These past two years since leaving active service were supposed to be spent working freelance and applying to PhD programs. That goal has shifted to working freelance and building a writing and coaching career. And also, applying to PhD programs (although I think that will happen AFTER my spouse retires and we are no longer at the whims of the Army assignment process.) But I can’t NOT put the Army computer away in order to work on my civilian career, because to me, the emails and texts and calls are not interruptions–they are Soldiers who have problems that need to be solved, or issues that need to be taken care of. And for a certain amount of time, I was okay with that. But the traveling 12 hours (one way) every month, and the other stresses that come with being a Commander have just about worn out their welcome.

So, while I love serving and have enjoyed my career, I’ve decided to take a year off and head into the Inactive Ready Reserve to re-group, write a bunch, spend more time with Ladybug, have a kid, play some more music, write a bunch more, head to some more Cons, and also write some more.

In the meantime, I’ve got some checklists, the top of which is to write this darn battle scene between Fae and Evil, so better grab some more caffeine and get to it.


Another Con rundown…

Before I head into today’s word sprints for Steel-Toed Blues, I thought I’d take a moment of reflection-er-procrastination and give a little bit of a rundown on the Fayetteville ComicCon 2016. For a short glimpse of how last weekend went, here are the Cliff’s Notes:

Friday: Out of town guests arrive. Prep house and items needed for Con. Get groceries. Stage equipment for performance and Con. Head out for the opening night performance of Romeo & JuliLIT at the Fainting Goat in Fuquay-Varina. Mostly remember all of the chords and notes. Finish up around 9:30, get home around 10:30, try to fall asleep.

Saturday: Get up at 6. Pack car for Con. Grab coffee and head over to set up. Spend entire day ensuring panelists get to their panels INCLUDING getting my writing track panelists in the door and comfortably situated. MODERATE a panel on military science fiction that includes John Ringo. Pause for minor fan-girling. (Okay, more than minor.) Sell a few books. Wonder where the Con Suite is, if it actually exists. Continue rest of day in like fashion. Take off at four for second Romeo & JuliLIT performance at Dirtbag Ales in Hope Mills. Play until fingers and arms cramp up in the middle of a Shakespearean cover of “Poison.” Finish and head home.

Sunday: Get up at 6, pack car. Head to Con at ~8. Find out that they’re not letting vendors in the door until 9 (WTF??). Get situated. Luck out and have a member of the writers’ group show up to take over panel wrangling duties. THANK YOU, ASHLEY!!! Sell a book or two. MODERATE and participate in a panel on self- and traditional publishing and both disseminate and learn some helpful hints and tips. Get fist bumped by Sam Jones of Flash Gordon fame. Spend rest of the day pretending to be an extroverted salesperson/author instead of an exhausted, highly-socialized introvert. Finally find out that there actually IS a Con Suite about halfway through the afternoon and take that buffet for all it’s worth. Finally pack up and head out, ready for more adventures!

Monday: Crash. Crash hard.


The NJ Native Crew: Me and Fred Doot, co-editor and publisher of Fantasy Scroll Mag, hanging out, selling books, and shooting the breeze at FCC ’16.

It’s been a wild and crazy ride here this past month, what with hurricanes and ComicCons and playing the bass for the first time with a great group of theatrical folks. It’s going to be crazy for a little while longer as I head to NY next month to change out of command of my Army Reserve unit. That’s why I’ve specifically turned down any other obligations, save for Arisia 2017, in order to concentrate on writing, writing, and writing some more. (And also coaching and editing, if you should need some of that.)

In the meantime, stop by the site from time to time. Pick up a book. Drop me a line. See you around!

It’s been a while…

…since I posted anything up here on the ol’ bloggeroo. Some of that is because I’m a lazy blogger. This is just the truth. BUT! I’ve also had a lot of things happening.

WRITING!! Writing has been happening! The end is in sight for Steel-Toed Blues, and while I didn’t make my self-imposed deadline of finishing by the end of September, I think it will happen before NaNoWriMo. Woohoo!

Speaking of writing, I’m gearing up to be a vendor, wrangler, and panel participant at Fayetteville ComicCon. I’ll be moderating a panel on military science fiction and, BTW, John Ringo will be a panelist for that. So … major mil sci-fi fan squee going on right now. I’ll also have a table set up if you want to come by, say hi, grab a book, pay for that book (otherwise, we’re going to have some issues), and talk geeky writer-y type stuff. Look for this sign:


But wait–there’s more! Friday night is the opening night for Romeo & JuliLIT, the Sweet Tea Shakespeare season opener and fundraiser. We’ll be at the Fainting Goat in Fuqua Varina on Friday, DirtBag Ales in Hope Mills on Saturday (sold-out show), and at the Marquis Market in downtown Fayetteville on Friday, October 21. It’s going to be a kick-ass, rockin’ show, and I guarantee you will never watch Romeo & Juliet the same way ever again.

In the meantime, I’m always available for coaching, manuscript editing, or general shooting of the breeze. Drop me a line, and hopefully I’ll see you at one of these events!

Dragon*Con Rundown, II

Yesterday (the day before? All the days are going together) I posted a rundown on this year’s Dragon*Con, which was superfun and the best yet. But, in between that time and now, I drove 12 hours from North Caroline to New Jersey and as such had some time to think. So I thought of a few more things, and decided to put them here, because this is my blog, and I can do that.

First, I was thinking about feminism and allies, and how great it was to see that in action on the Violence in UF panel. Not only did Richard Kadrey do his thing, but the panelists, majority of men, felt comfortable talking about their approaches to sexual violence in nuanced ways, all of which made me feel that they had taken time to listen to women talking about their experiences and actually believed them, and incorporated women’s viewpoints into their work. Which is awesome, and not something you see in every writer’s stuff.

But, there came a counterpoint to that on the Humor in UF Fantasy panel (or it could have been a different UF panel, but it was really funny). One of the women authors, whose name is escaping me but she had shoulder-length brown hair and was super funny, mentioned in passing that she had been groped while watching the Dragon*Con parade. She explained she had turned around, given the guy a WTF? look, and he melted away in the crowd.

It made me think about some stuff, like how we handle inappropriate behavior, how someone could think that was acceptable to do to a stranger, and the fact that I have one daughter and another on the way, and even though I want them to come and join in on all the geeky, nerdy fan fun, I also am going to have to figure out how to teach them how to navigate a world that contains assholes. Right now, I’m considering muay thai and Brazilian jiu jitsu, with a side of krav maga and sabre fencing …

Some other stuff I thought about mostly had to do with writing, and how I should be doing more of it. I tried to go to some of the writing panels, but during the first one I went to, I found the participants to be more concentrating on pushing their books they had written on the topic, than on discussing in depth the topic of the panel. Afterwards, I was expressing dissatisfaction to Rob, who remarked: You always go to those writing panels, and you never really seem to find them helpful.

By contrast, when I attended the panels in my favorite genre, UF, I got excited about writing and motivated to sit down and put words in document. I even actually walked up to a publisher and asked if they accepted unsolicited manuscripts. (They did, and I really need to get STB into the “currently doing revisions” status.)

I don’t know if this means my creative process is changing, or if it just requires more discipline, or if Dragon*Con is the place for me to go and have fun and not necessarily network and think about work. But if I want to write successfully in the spec fic genre, I need to be treating the event more as the former and less as the latter. And also, I should be writing now, instead of blogging. Or surfing Facebook.

Anyway, I am hopefully entering the end of my time as an Army Reserve company commander, which will help immensely in being able to direct my mental and creative energies toward writing. Right now, when I sit down at my computer to write, I immediately feel guilty that I haven’t checked my Army computer or email or solved all of the problems that I know are waiting for me. Knowing myself and how I work, I will not be able to overcome that until I leave command, and so I have made some progress toward that end.

In the meantime, I’m going to get back to opening up STB, getting some more words in, and hopefully getting ever nearer the time when it’s ready to be pushed out into the world.

TGIF, and happy writing!

Dragon*Con Rundown…

In which I talk about Dragon*Con in a semi-organized, but mostly rambling and at-times-fangirling, fashion.

First, let’s talk about D*C in general. This is my third (fourth? I forget) year going, and the second in a row with Ladybug. I wanted to make sure that I would be able to attend panels without her, which seems heartless, but in reality is the only way I would be able to actually attend, as she is now at the age where she is mobile, fast, loud, and easily bored. None of which makes me the ideal panel attendee with her in tow. So, we booked a suite with a pull-out couch and arranged for a friend to be a “mother’s (and father’s) helper” in exchange for hotel and ticket. It worked like a charm and is definitely on the list to repeat next year. Also, we brought way too much food with us, so we’ll probably cut back a little next year, but again, still a good idea. Last, we stayed in a hotel NEXT to the Westin, with the intention of not having to deal with hotel booking hell, but still being close to our favorite bar. This would have worked out well, had not we had a small surprise in the form of Ladybug’s incoming little sister, and so I spent most of my time at the Westin Starbucks.


Next–the panels. Most of the ones I attended were on the Urban Fantasy track, which was even better this year than last (and it was good last year.) There was an excellent panel on Violence in Urban Fantasy, in which various authors, including Richard Kadrey, author of the Sandman Slim novels, talked about how they treated violence in their work. Lots of great information, and inspiration. Also, Richard Kadrey is a badass, who shut down an asshole who thought making stupid female-parts jokes would be funny. Additionally, the UF track panels introduced me to David B. Coe and Myke Cole, both of whom are great authors I hadn’t heard of before (and the latter of whom displayed the enviable ability to be eloquent while completely intoxicated). I rectified that with a trip to the vendor hall–but more on that later.

I tried a panel on the writing track, but was less than impressed, and attended a fun panel on the war college track, about sieges and urban warfare. That one was pretty good, and I got some good research angles.

There was one sour moment on the panels, when one of the authors described her book as: “…also, she’s a veteran, so of course she has PTSD…” That pretty much decided me on never actually buying or reading any of her books. Maybe it was that my inner veteran was near the surface, due to spending D*C 2016 with military friends, or the character I’m writing, or the fact that I leave tomorrow for drill, or the fact that D*C will always mark the anniversary of the loss of an Army buddy–but that remark highlighted once again the gap between “us” and “them,” and it pissed me off.

Other than the panels (which by the way spurred me to come up with how I’m going to fix the opening for Steel-Toed Blues, as well as motivating me to get back and get the words out), there was some great people-watching. Lots of heroes and princesses, as well as some lesser known characters. There was Marty McFly from Back to the Future, Ogre from Nerds, Barf from Spaceballs, and my husband, who dressed up as Max from Where the Wild Things Are. Also, Ladybug fell in love with the fairy wings and tutu that Rob brought with us, and insisted on wearing them every day, even with her Star Trek command onesie, and her Star Wars stormtrooper T-shirt. As always, though, the amount of creativity and skill in the cosplayers’ outfits was topnotch, and they were, without fail, gracious, polite, and professional when dealing with picture requests.

Last (but not least!) — the vendor hall. I stopped by WordFire Press, of course, as I wanted to see what was new from Quincy J. Allen and some of the other authors affiliated with the press. I picked up his Chemical Burn, as well as a few others, and was perusing the rest of the books when Kevin J. Anderson (yes, THAT Kevin J. Anderson) complimented me on my tattoo. I immediately suppressed a fangirl squee of supersonic proportions, and instead thanked him. And moved on. And then squee’d on Facebook. Because of course.

I spent most of my money on books in the vendor hall, and wished heartily that they would do some kind of Authors’ Alley, because it would be helpful in finding what you’re looking for. Or, if the Dragon*Con app had some sort of way to sort vendors by category, i.e. Clothing, Publisher, Comics, etc. Like in the mall, when you know you want to buy shoes and not every shoe store has the word “shoe” in the title.

Rob and I HAD intended to stay out late one or two nights, especially with the help of our friends to watch Ladybug, but we underestimated how much we like to sleep and hang out. So, most of our late-night routines consisted of him putting Ladybug to bed and waiting for me to get back from the 10 pm UF panel of that day. We party like rocks, what can I say.

I’m hoping to repeat the successful parts of D*C next year, and to improve on what was successful. I’m also encouraging Rob to apply to teach on the War College track next year, as I think he would be outstanding at that. I’ve renewed my writing and authoring goals, and had a great time. Next year, I intend to take full advantage of the Westin bar, as I have fond memories of their mojitos.

See you in 2017!

Just keep writing …

In the past month, I’ve counted all the stuff in my cages at the Army Reserve center, made my way through most of a tricky knitting pattern, finished reading a few books (including some with really small print and no pictures), and contemplated reaching out to start up my Characters interviews again. I’ve also line edited a friend/client’s manuscript, connected a potential client with a transcriptionist, started bass guitar lessons, tried out for the 2017 Sweet Tea Shakespeare theater season, and tried an experiment in making my grandmother’s long-lost cheesecake recipe.

All the while averaging approximately 50-100 words/day on Steel-Toed Blues. This dratted book has taken me so long to write, I think it’s actually older than Ladybug. In fact, the next kid might come along before it’s done. I don’t know what it is about this book that makes me feel like I’d rather be doing anything else than writing it–perhaps it’s cursed by Faeries. Who knows.

Anyway, I’m off to wash the dishes, practice guitar, eat cheesecake and–yes, of course–get in some words. Because words=book.

Also, if you know any interesting characters for me to interview, hook me up. 😀

A lonely voice…

Well, not so lonely, just rather neglected. My blogging has left much to be desired, but then, to be honest, so has my ability to add to my word count for Steel-Toed Blues.

In the past month, I’ve spent a large amount of time traveling for the Army Reserve, doing Army Reserve things, traveling home, still checking my Army computer, and thinking a lot about the stuff I need to do for the Army. I’m working on finding me a replacement who will do all of these things, while I hare off to a new unit and a new career–one that will more closely match what I’m doing with my civilian life–but in the meantime, this part-time job I love is taking up a lot of mental and creative space in my life.

However! Not to complain. I have made some progress with STB, and this afternoon I am determined to get the words I need, inch by inch if necessary, until I’m past this slump. Because that’s what writers do. I guess.

I’ve also start practicing music again, and even auditioned last night to be part of the upcoming Sweet Tea Shakespeare season. I’m hoping to be a part of their Christmas cantata, and possibly their production of Cymbeline, but if they just ask me to play music with the WoCos, I’m good. Even with the nerve-wracking terror that auditions are for me, I got a huge creative jolt out of the process, and had fun, besides.

Last but not least, I wrapped up a line edit for a client, and so I am currently open to new coaching and editing projects. If you need someone to cheer you on, or guide you, or give you good, professional feedback, drop me a line at rachelbrune ~at~ yahoo.com. Or check out Scribbler Coach.

In the meantime, happy writing/editing/Tuesday to you!

Guest Post: Michael G. Munz

About two years ago (holy cow, this blog is old…), I hosted author Michael G. Munz as he debuted his novel, Zeus Is Dead: A Monstrously Inconvenient Adventure. Fast forward a few years through the ever-changing, entropy-laden atmosphere of the modern publishing industry, and Michael found himself in a position that may be familiar to more than one Indie Author out there. I invited him to stop by and talk a bit about how the closing of his publishing house affected him, and how he is working through that to continue his writing career. Sit back, grab a caffeinated (or non-, that’s cool too) beverage of your choice, and check out his take on overcoming disruption in the publishing biz.

Take it away!

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Two years ago, my comedic fantasy adventure Zeus Is Dead: A Monstrously Inconvenient Adventure, entered the world. While I’d self-published two novels previously, Zeus was my first book to be picked up by a publisher: Seattle-based indie publisher Booktrope. The book opened to great reviews. It gained momentum through word of mouth, association with other popular books in the Amazon system. Zeus Is Dead received multiple book-of-the-year honors last summer, which boosted its visibility even more. Things were going great!


Okay, you know that part in a movie where someone says, “Things are going great!” and then, say, zombies with flamethrowers burst in and wreck up the place? Well, last April, Booktrope sent word to all of its authors: the company was going out of business. All books would be removed from publication as of May 31st.

I won’t go into the circumstances of Booktrope closing its doors here. The good news was that I retained the rights to my books (Booktrope had later republished two of my self-published sci-fi novels as well). The bad news is that all of Zeus Is Dead’s associations on Amazon were just gone.

Zeus Is Dead Cover

I didn’t realize that at first. In its final days, Booktrope gave its authors a lot of guidance on republishing their novels. We received the layout files and other things necessary to make the process of publishing under our own label as easy as possible. After creating my own label of Red Muse Press to give the republished versions a greater air of legitimacy (registering the trade name, setting myself up in Washington State as a sole proprietorship, etc.), I got the ebook versions back up. For Amazon, I used Amazon KDP. For Nook, NookPress. For Kobo, Kobo Writing Life, and for iTunes… Well, apparently you can only publish on iBooks if you have a Mac, so I and my PC went through Draft2Digital instead, which is an accepted third party aggregator for iBooks. There was a bit of a (re)learning curve, but it went smoothly enough. I opted to worry about paperback copies later, as my ebook sales had always dwarfed the paperbacks.

So, back to that thing I didn’t realize: While Amazon was great about porting over Zeus Is Dead’s 157 reviews and 4.3 average star rating from the Booktrope version to the new version, there’s something they don’t—and claim “can’t”—port over: the sales rankings and search associations. Zeus Is Dead had a lot of fans who also liked books by more famous authors (e.g. Christopher Moore). You know that “Customers who bought this book also bought…” section? Before, you’d see Zeus Is Dead in that section on some Christopher Moore novels, as well as plenty of other authors. Those associations, built up over two years of marketing, contest awards, and word of mouth, were feeding Zeus Is Dead’s sales.

I tried to get this changed. I emailed Amazon’s Author Central. The answer was apologetic but not helpful: Those things cannot be transferred. Their computer system doesn’t even allow for it. Undeterred, I actually picked up the phone and TALKED to someone at Amazon—which, if you know my introverted proclivities, tells you how desperate I felt. Still no dice. It seemed I would have to start from scratch and crawl my way back into visibility.

So that’s what I’ve been doing. I’ve reached out to bloggers (like Infamous Scribbler!) who featured Zeus Is Dead during its initial release. I did a re-release announcement through BargainBooksy, which resulted in enough sales to at least cover the cost of the announcement. I’ve experimented with Twitter ads to drive people either to a page on my website or to the book’s Amazon page, but haven’t had much success. I’ve got an add running on Facebook, targeted toward fans of similar authors to try to regain the lost associations. These seem to be helping, so far, but it’s slow going. My big goal at the moment is to secure a Bookbub promotion for a 99 cent sale, which is always hugely helpful to sales rankings if you can get Bookbub to run it.


Zeus Is Dead’s sales numbers for June are about 30% of what they were just before the Booktrope editions went away. I choose to believe that means I’m making some headway, but only time will tell. What stings the most is knowing that the boosts the book had gotten from book of the year contest honors aren’t something I can recapture again. I can’t re-enter the same book, after all. But I suppose I’ll just have to keep working on the Zeus Is Dead sequel, won’t I?

For the record, I’m thinking of calling it Zeus Is Undead.

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About Michael G. Munz

Michael G. Munz is an award-winning fantasy and sci-fi writer who is fascinated with Greek mythology. He also possesses what “normal” people might deem far too much familiarity with a wide range of geek culture, though he prefers the term geek-bard: a jack of all geek-trades, but master of none. Or mostly none. There are exceptions. He dwells in Seattle where he continues his quest to write the most entertaining novel known to humankind and find a really fantastic clam linguini. Follow Michael on Twitter, Facebook, and on his website, michaelgmunz.com.