Well, folks. I’m going to do it.
Deep breath.
I’m going to self-publish my novel.
If you have been following this blog for a few years (good for you to have stuck with my ramblings and random hiatuses for all this time!), you’ll remember me waxing poetic (and decidedly unpoetic) about the fantasy novel that I turned in as my master’s thesis. I wrangled a master’s degree in fiction out of that — and I’m still proud of the book that I wrote.
After graduating, I knew I wanted to do something with this piece. It has big magic, big relationships, big themes. I re-wrote it, and re-wrote it again, and re-worked and edited and revised and edited again.
I’ve been thinking about it for so long. I gave a half-hearted attempt to find an agent or a publisher, back when it was still fresh. I know I didn’t give it enough effort, and then life happened. And kept happening, and kept happening. I made excuse after excuse.
Honestly, I’m tired of thinking about it.
I believe in this piece of work. I think there are good things in here. Is it a perfect book? No. Is it a testament to where I was at that point in my life and in that point of my understanding about literary themes, politics, and writing? Absolutely. I think it deserves to see the light of day, if only for a moment, and then we can happily forget all about it. (Or not… I mean, if you’re compelled to read and write a review, please do! I will be crowing about this for a while.)
So, wish me luck! I am going to ask around to commission some cover art and work on the bits and bytes of this project. Stay tuned for more information. (And if you know any rad artists who would love to throw me some art for some money, I would appreciate an introduction!)
Get ready to read BLOODMADE soon!
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