I am officially a published novelist. My debut STORMBLOOD is out in the world.
Can’t even begin to say how good it feels to type those words.
STORMBLOOD wasn’t the first book I wrote. Or the second. Or the third. I’ve been scribbling down stories since I was eleven years old. But it wasn’t until 2012, when I was seventeen, I seriously considered writing a novel to be published professionally. I made several attempts at it, but it wasn’t 2016 that I sat down on a sunny Tuesday afternoon in a Sydney cafe and wrote the first chapter of STORMBLOOD.
So it’s been a hell of a long journey. A lot blood, sweat, tears, and alcohol involved, and a lot more rejections along the way. But would I do it again? Sure. Because those years of honing my craft helped me create the novel I always wanted to write. It’s me, my voice, my style, my genre, firing on all cylinders. There’s no trunk novel I’m itching to publish in the future. No grand project I’m planning on working my way up to.
STORMBLOOD is my best work. And I’m insanely proud of it. I couldn’t be happier. My book, on bookshelves across the globe, rubbing dead-tree shoulders with authors who’ve inspired me have helped make science-fiction the genre that is today. And for better or worse, my book is apart of that genre. My characters are are finally out there in the world, waiting to be discovered.
I finally get to say: BUY MY BOOK.
But seriously. Please do buy my book. Every bit helps, especially in these times. Here’s some links:
What also helps is spreading the word. To librarians, booksellers, fans, book bloggers, whatever. If you enjoy about my book (or any book, for that matter) go shouting from the rooftops. Even better: write reviews. They help. A lot. Goodreads, and especially Amazon, benefit writers hugely when there’s enough reviews for algorithms to kick in. Even if it’s just a sentence, it’s a huge help.
Me? I’m off to the bar.