I am in the thick of the audio book production for The Curmudgeon Code. It is a fascinating work, even if I have to say so myself. The audio book exposed some wonderful elements, which I have gone back and highlighted, truly rounding out the work. Writing often takes on a life of its own.
Meanwhile, I have to keep promoting and marketing On a Sphere’s Edge. It is a never-ending process. How to divide the time becomes an issue. Do I spend more time reading, writing, and posting on a book that is already in print in order to get my presence as an author known, or do I spend more time working on the next book? Throw it into reverse, lay some rubber, and then jam it into drive again.
Everything I read says it is all about time. Either you have a million dollars in your pocket so you can spend far more on advertising than the book will ever make in sales, or you have to allow things to happen over time. Time, McFly’s evil nemesis. Speaking of time, as often happens with writers, a sentence came to me the other day, but I had no place to put it. However, it does somewhat relate here. ‘Time buries all things, deeds as well as dreams.’ Okay, a bit of a downer, maybe this isn’t the best place for it, but what the heck.
Well, that is enough time rolling back to the past. Buy my book, On a Sphere’s Edge. If you want a signed copy, contact me. The Curmudgeon Code is calling. I need to get back to the future.