I hear that I need to be more engaging so that people will actually want to invest in me and my journey as an indie author. I will say though, that it is not easy for me to willingly peel back the curtain.
When I was but a wee child, like preschool age, my mother would ask about my day and what I did at school. And I would always answer,
“It was good. Nothing.”
Then I would go to my room, or retreat to the woods if the weather was cooperative. Eventually, she gave up asking. She had to have phone conferences with my teachers every week or so to find out what I was doing for most of my waking hours. They probably thought I was being abused.
I helped my aunt take care of my grandma when she was at the end of her life. I didn’t even tell my best friend that she died until about three days after the fact.
My ex husband and I eloped, too. We didn’t tell anyone for days that we were finally hitched, and even those people were few and far between. We got divorced, and no one ever knew I was married.
My father didn’t know we were going to have a baby until I showed up at the family Christmas looking like I swallowed a soccer ball.
That same mother I just mentioned didn’t even know I had that baby until I showed up on her porch, looking fat and tired, with a two week old mewling cabbage in a car seat. I still look tired, but at least not fat anymore. I have the divorce to thank for that.
At 23, I was in a near-fatal car accident. It took my doctor two months to determine that I had a collapsed L5 vertebrae because I wouldn’t go to my follow up appointments, nor was I very forthcoming with telling him I was in pain. Eventually, they also discovered that I had a shattered sternum. I guess having pain while inhaling for months on end is not normal.
So, this is a pattern for me, this reticence.
So, as far as the Nefarious series goes, I’ve been in touch with an old friend who is an artist. She will be doing the covers and illustrations. Hoping to have those and the entire series finished by fall. At that point, I’ll be going to steam punk conventions and comic cons with copies to sell. I’ve also joined an in-person writing group, where I actually have to talk! That’s progress, people.
I’ve been neck-deep in research on life in the trenches of WWI, German front lines for book two, Honor the Suffering. I’ve been plugging away at Hugh Sebag-Montefiore’s Somme: Into the Breach. This book has been extremely helpful as far as getting first hand accounts of what the conflict was like, and all of the events leading up to it. This book is very well done, and not dry at all. Sebag-Montefiore is a good story teller and not just a pedant.
Stephen Bull’s Trench: A History of Trench Warfare on the Western Front is full of illustrations and photographs and is very detailed as far as the logistics of trench warfare go. But, what has really helped me to get a real understanding of what life was like in the trenches of WWI is the Walter Koessler Project.
Walter Koessler was a German WWI soldier and a professional photographer. His great great grandson has compiled his collection of photos from the war.
What makes these so spectacular is how personal and incredibly rare they are. Since Germany lost, most of the photos and information on the war are from Britain and France. If any of you have any interest in this kind of stuff, please check out the project, it’s fascinating.
Honor the Suffering will be finished within a month. I still have this pesky day job that saps a lot of my creative energy, but I’ll be cutting back on that in about ten days. I’ll also have a small eBook free for everyone who subscribes to this site by the end of the month. It will cover tips and advice on motivation and dedication for writers, complete with a healthy dose of encouraging words. I can’t promise it will be any good, but it will be free, and that which is free always taste better.