Thirteen years ago today I self-published my first (and so far only) book, a cyberpunk novella that was meant to be the first of a series of thirty. Less than five years later I’d taken it out of circulation with only a handful of copies sold.Continue reading Relics of the Past
For a while now I’ve been toying with the idea of setting up a Patreon page, and I’ve been coming up with various spurious excuses why this would be a bad idea: nobody’s interested in what I do, I’ll have trouble maintaining it, I’ve not got anything worth monetising. And earlier this week I realised all of these excuses are just that – excuses.
Things haven’t been great for me over the last several months. Since losing my job, and indeed for a few months before that, my motivation for writing was pretty much non-existent. As a result my wordage has been well below anything even resembling a reasonable amount. To be sure, I hadn’t reached the stage of denouncing any dreams of writerly success but I was beginning to suspect that the effort far outweighed the potential. However, that was then and this is now.
I’ll be honest with you, I’m not doing all that well with life right now. Just over three weeks ago I lost my primary source of income, and literally on the same day suffered a fractured elbow. I’m still in the limbo of waiting to find out if I’m eligible for benefits while I try to find another job, and it’s only thanks to the kindness of close friends that I’m able to keep the lights on, metaphorically speaking.
Oh look, it’s the last day of the year, and time for a round-up of what’s been happening in the world of me in 2017.
So, it’s been a while (she types whilst listening to Staind)…