Had to move up the new Kickstarter for the Fermi Resolution anthology a touch, so it’ll be going off next month. Turns out that they recommend that you end your project on a Thursday morning, late morning/early afternoon; but the only date which fit at the end of November was… Thanksgiving. So the Kickstarter starts in three weeks, not one month.
Feel absolutely free to pass that link to the notification site around; I am absolutely certain that this one is going to get less love than the first one did. Funding somebody’s first book is one thing; funding somebody’s second? …Well.
I had the thought in the shower — then had to refine the hell out of it. Still, I got that and the real opening to the book, which was cool. Note that TINSEL RAIN is the book that will be written in November; the next Kickstarter novel is something else entirely.
I’ve got another to go through, later — but there’s a limit to how many times I can read a text before my eyes begin to glaze over. I will say that so far I got at least one comment that made me swear at myself for not seeing that possibility right away, so the beta read was worth it, right there. I figure I can get TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION, VOLUME I: SHADOW OF THE TOWER to the editor by the end of the month. Then the Kickstarter in November, and hopefully publication by February.
It happened today: in addition to a very successful Kickstarter, today I got my 150th actual purchase of FROZEN DREAMS on Amazon! Not Kickstarter fulfilment, not from the pre-order store: no-fooling actual sales, money on the barrelhead and all that. I would like to thank everybody who bought, reviewed, and recommended the book: I couldn’t have done it without you folks. It’s very appreciated.
PS: The next book (short story collection) is being beta-read, while the next novel is being alpha-read, and the next Tom Vargas novel is being plotted out in advance of NaNoWriMo. I am, as one might say, still on the job.
I don’t even remotely have a title for this one, yet. It’s also not being actively worked on, every day, and won’t be until November. And, obviously, it’s not going to be on the publication rotation until at least three projects from now. But… I have a plot, and at least I’ve got a start.
First off, there is going to be a Kickstarter: today I started putting together what I’ll need to set one up. I expect that the start date will be November 1, 2020, with a February 2021 fulfillment date.
The working title will be TALES FROM THE FERMI RESOLUTION, VOLUME I: SHADOW OF THE TOWER. 10 stories, including an excerpt from the upcoming MORGAN BAROD novel and a Tom Vargas novelette!
I don’t know if this one is going to have an audiobook. Audible has been moderately incompetent about approving a commercial version; it’s possibly not fair to put my producer through all those hoops over this again. Or at least so soon.
But! We have an editor for the short story collection, and I’ve almost formalized getting an artist for the cover.
It’s proving oddly difficult to find one. Suggestions welcome; I was thinking of a webcomic artist, but I’ll consider other sorts if I like their artistic style. And can afford it, for that matter. I’m offering a decent rate for it but not rock-star prices.
OMBUDSMAN (The Fermi Resolution): a two-fisted tale of corporate responsibility and defenestrations! Complete with Scenes of Heroic Endeavor, for the Edification and Entertainment of the Managers and Workers of the Hershey Consortium.
Huzzah! 14,300 goram words later, it’s finally done. Oh, well, it’ll make a good selling point for the anthology.
We stood not on the order of our coming but left at once. As we ran I saw my shoes and belt, and grabbed them in some haste (my pants were fine, but I don’t walk Cin City in my socks and neither should you). We got out in good enough time before the entire damn warehouse caught on fire.
As the four of us looked at the destruction, I started to swear. Sofie looked up from her quick disassembly of whatever it was that Posh Fred thought would keep Irene under control. “What’s the matter, Tom?” I pointed to the flames in sadness and horror. My only solace was, there was something about this in the Lore (there always is).
“My hat was in that place,” I more or less quoted.