I have hit a snag. Multiple snags, actually.
After putting quite a lot of effort into crafting a Kickstarter project for Deus Ex Machina (that’s the sequel to Hungry Gods) over the last several weeks, sweating about making a damn dumb video and then up till 4am two nights in a row making and editing one, I have now confirmed with more than one email Q&A that I cannot launch my project. Like many businesses, Kickstarter for some reason does not recognize my American Forces address (meaning, a U.S. base overseas), despite the fact that we have legit U.S. postal addresses here. Their system simply will not accept my zip code as valid.
I would also have to verify my bank account with said system, which is also tied to this address. And I can’t just use some other address or put it in someone else’s name. It has to be mine. (Otherwise, I’m sure, there’d be some potential fraud thing with doing online business and money transactions using some else’s info.)
Long story short, I’m screwed. Lots of work, big dependence on this (for exposure more so than even the assist with funding) and… Ka-Boom, blowing up in my face. Or more accurately, falling flat onto my face.
Huge disappointment. Sucks.
I will, of course, continue to write the book. And still hope to have it done before the end of the year. But I’ll publish it at relatively higher cost than most of my books. (And the writer’s coffers are already empty, as I’m spending more than I’m taking in—and I ain’t spent that much.) And when I do publish it, no one will even know it’s come out. It’ll be one of a thousand indie books that same month, a drop in the vast sea with no more audience or recognition than any other.
So yeah… Disappointing.
There is a silver lining though.
No, not a nervous breakdown. What I mean is, streamlining.
This has kind of convinced me to cut back. To (temporarily, at least) give up on the business venture, the marketing, the hopes of making any solid income from writing in the near future. (Like 95% of writers out there, I won’t be waving bye-bye to a day job anytime soon.)
I know that doesn’t sound like a silver lining, but it’s actually kind of liberating. If I cut all the extra bullshit, then I stop stressing myself out over these things. I stop expecting a 12-man work load out of a one-man show (i.e., me). Cut the extraneous obligations I keep adding to my own plate. And I heap that shit on pretty heavily. And then hate myself for not accomplishing it all.
I’m really a slave driver—to myself. Maybe it’s time to give the lash a rest and relax a bit. Take a more realistic stance on all this. Accept that it may be 20 years before anyone notices the stuff I write. (Maybe 30, or 50.)
Really. That’s a much more realistic view. Sucks, but it’s actually a less stressful way to look at things.
To that end, I will also suspend my Patreon page that I started a few months back. I see folks on there with a hell of a lot more following than I have, and they aren’t exactly rolling in support over there either. (Unless you’re making videos about video games. The video game and mind-numbing app industry is knee-capping the literate world, if you ask me. Apparently I need to start spending more time playing other people’s games and just talking about that shit, rather than trying to make anything original myself.)
Maybe some years from now I can reboot the Patreon endeavor and it’ll work out. Right now, that’s just one more iron in fire that I feel obligated to keep up with, to force a time slot for, when it’s doing absolutely nothing for me.
You might have noticed that I don’t respond much to Facebook stuff, or Tweets, or any of the social media stuff. That would require time, and if I spend time on that, I’m not doing more productive things. And with a 50-hour a week job, a family, and trying to write multiple series of novels, when the hell am I going to find time to “like” a comment on Facebook? That shit falls way down on my list of priorities. (Actually, it’s not even on the list…)
This whole post is really more of a venting for myself. The kind of passive-aggressive pity party that folks have by the millions on Facebook everyday. Also helps make it real when I “say it out loud,” so to speak. But no one reads this shit anyway, right? I’m safely talking to myself here.
This letting go of extraneous tasking doesn’t change my ultimate goal, though. I will keep writing. I have more ideas every single day, be they new adventures or just further developments for ones I already have in mind. (In fact, I developed a new story while swimming with my son at the pool today, just based on observing the people around me.) So the dream goes on. I’m just going to pull back on the reigns a bit and forgive myself a bit more. It’s a good thing. Honest.
(And the graphic above… didn’t turn out quite how I envisioned it. It’s based on the one from the other day. You know, the one that would have been the banner for my Kickstarter project.)
Speaking of images, I am going to roll now from here to the next ebook cover, coming out as soon as we nail down a nice cover…
See, I’m not giving up the ship. 😉