The title says it all. It’s a feeling, along with pre-publication fears and hopes, every writer is familaiar with. Now combine that with post-publication WTF?!? and you know exactly where I’m at right now. I’m not sure I’ve ever set and actually kept to as aggressive a publishing schedule as I’m on right now. So far, I’m keeping to it. But that nagging voice in the back of my head keeps asking if I’m doing the right thing. Even though I know I am, it’s hard to ignore.
I’m only a few weeks away from the release date for Cat’s Paw. The novella’s written. I’ve gotten some feedback. I’m considering changing a couple of things. All normal in the pre-publication life of one of my works. But I have had to fight the voices recently, voices telling me to delay the book by at least a couple of weeks.
I feel this way every time I come close to a release date. After all, surely there’s something I can do to make the book even better. Then I remember Sarah beating me–figuratively–about the head and shoulders early on about my tendency to over-analyze and over-edit. She was right then and is right now.
But there’s another reason I’m finding myself wanting to postpone the book: the upcoming election. Between the Covid idiocy and all the antics on both sides leading up to the election, I really want to just find a cave to hide in. It’s either that or burn everything down (Hey, NSA, I mean that in the figurative sense only. I’m not one of those “mostly peaceful” protesters)
But here’s the thing. It’s something I’ve noticed with my own habits recently and something others have talked about as well. It’s also something my sales figures seem to bear out.
People are desperate for an escape right now.
After months of basically being told by Big Brother that we can’t gather with family and friends, that we can’t go to the movies or see our loved ones in the nursing home, we’re all chafing at the restrictions. Add in the uncertainty of what will happen next month and, well, reality is something any sane person should want to escape.
2020 can fuck itself with a rusty chainsaw and die an early death as far as I’m concerned. I’m ready for 2021.
So I’m pushing through with Cat’s Paw. I already have notes and even a rough draft for the next couple of titles I’ll be releasing. I refuse to give in to the black dog that’s been nipping at my heels for the last few months. The best way for me to do that is to write.
Of course, sometimes that means writing something other than fiction. You know me. I have to let the snark come out sometimes. That’s when I take advantage of other blogs because I do try to keep my posts here pretty apolitical. But that’s likely to change as well. Especially if November goes a certain way.
You see, if I had to choose one value my family has always stood for (other than the 2A), it would have to be Freedom of Speech. Freedom of the Press comes in a close second. My family on my maternal grandmother’s side is rife with reporters, editors, writers, and even politicians. The Constitution was mandatory reading and creativity was valued.
Growing up, reading was encouraged and quickly became a way to let my imagination fly. It didn’t matter if I was reading an historical account of the Battle of Gettysburg or reading the Moon is a Harsh Mistress for the first time. I could let myself escape to that world and live it through the pictures painted in my mind by the author’s words. Whether it was smelling the gunpowder on the wind and the hearing the death keens of the soldiers on the field or living in Luna City, I escaped whatever troubled me.
And that is what I find myself doing now.
It is what I hope I help people do with my books.
So, all this has been a roundabout way of asking a very simple question. How are you coping with all the shit going on today? What are your ways of escaping the chaos for a few minutes?
And here’s a quick reminder about Cat’s Paw, due to be released on Oct. 27th.
Five years after the world learned shapeshifters are real, Mackenzie Santos is at a crossroads. Her responsibilities to the local pride and the Tribunal are taking more and more of her time. As the Dallas Police Department’s official liaison with the federal government on all things dealing with shapeshifters, she often finds herself on the road. That means she is away from her daughter, who is growing up much too quickly. Something has to give, and it might just be the job she loves.
But walking away isn’t going to be easy. Someone out there is determined to prove monsters do walk the face of the Earth and that they are the top of the proverbial food chain. They don’t care how many lives are lost or how many innocents are hurt. This is war and Mac and those she loves are in the middle of ground zero.
Leaving the DPD may no longer be an option. Yet the restrictions placed on her as a cop may prevent her from stopping the carnage, especially since she doesn’t know where the danger comes from or where it will strike next.