Last week I completed the book trailer for my new sci-fi novel, Compile:Quest. A large portion of this process involved listening to audio tracks and watching video clips to get the right look and feel for the trailer. I wanted dark, creepy, ominous and sci-fi. Not too much to ask, I thought.
So six months, one novel later and suddenly I have all this free time on my hands. Great, except… I’d rather still be writing. I think I’ll describe what I’m going through as some type of post-publishing depression. Similar to postpartum depression – not because I have any idea what it would be like, but because that’s how I imagine it to be.
Of course there are still more books to write. But I promised my better half that I would take a break. I had been working at this novel like a demon (read: tension headaches and other burnout-related disorders).
I’ve always been an introvert. A self-conscious recluse who preferred to stay at home rather than venture into the great (scary) outdoors. Not quite agoraphobic… but close enough.
When I started writing the first novel of the Corrupted Sun Trilogy, I had to be sure that the novel would be received with open arms. But I had to find those arms first. I didn’t want my first self-published novel to be released into a world so full of the modern-day noise of publishing that it would quietly slip under the water again without having attracted the least bit of attention.