WOO HOO!

Finally, Golden Mane, Book One of The Adventures of Sarah Coppernick is out there.  I've put it up at Smashwords for all ebook formats except Mobi.  I've also uploaded it to Amazon and I gather it will take about 24-48 hours before it's available for Kindle.

This has taken a very, very long time.  There have been all kinds of bumps in the road, many of them purely a result of me being a complete basket case.  All through that time, my wonderful wife has been there, supporting, listening, offering advice and when needed, a kick up the ass.

Thank you, Princess!  You rock.

This whole experience has taught me a hell of a lot.  The next ones will be easier.  There are five more books which will follow Golden Mane.  The second, Renegades of Wolfenvald, I hope to have up and running by Christmas.  I've also got a few short stories I'm putting together.  When they come out is anyone's guess.

What I am going to do now is nothing.  No writing.  Oh, I'll be doing a bit of promotional work, but as for creating & writing stories - I need a break.  What I will be doing is a lot of reading, so you can expect to see a flurry of reviews coming out on this blog, but other than that,, I'm gonna let my brain turn to mush for a bit.

The first of the books I'll review will be Maureen Johnsons's delightful little read, 13 Little Blue Envelopes.  I should add that I have a very special fondness for this book right now.  Not because of its plot/story/subject matter or target market or even Johnson's lovely style.  No, it cheered me up because as great as it is, it's not perfect.

My copy of 13 made me feel much less worried about making catching every typo.  There's a thought/though slip in there and if it's okay for Johnson et al, it's okay for me and my little project.  Overall, this last month has been bloody horrid.  It's been slow and frustraing and the story I created, loved and nurtured became an absolute pain in the ass.  There were times when I hated it.  I wanted nothing more than to destroy it.  13 was a nice little backrub that eased some of the stress I'd put myself under.

And now I can hold my head up and say I'm an author.  Sure I'm a self-pubbed author, which in certain circles means exactly fuck-all, but I think those circles are getting smaller.