Greetings Jackolytes,
11 days ago I wrote to you about a January 17th publishing date for Sync City. Well, 11 days is not just a long time in politics, it’s also a long time in publishing. January 17th is now no longer the publishing date. Word is I’ll know the new date is in a couple of week’s time. I’ll then pass it on to you.
Cheers,
Peter
What’s up Pirates!!
First and foremost, a meme because today marks the last Wednesday of 2016:
It’s been a long time since my last update! To be honest, the last few months have been a whirlwind of working on the manuscript, various supporting documents, etc, to get this book into production. Every time I started to write an update, something amazing happened that made me think, "I’ll finish this later so I can tell them more." As a new novel writer, it’s something I’ve never experienced before, but I’m very thankful for the Inkshares team’s support and encouragement. The Pirates of Montana is going to be amazing, and I’m really excited for you to read it!
I submitted my second rewrite just a few days ago, and I’ll be working over next 6 to 8 weeks to really tighten the manuscript. It’s already much stronger than what I originally worked on last May, and I’m very excited for where its going. I’ll be posting my new 1st and 2nd chapters very soon, so stay tuned!
As it stood on Christmas Eve, when I emailed this monster to Inkshares (their request, they are a hardworking bunch!), this is what I submitted:
88,796 total words and (although you can’t see it on the above graphic) 23 total chapters. That means that when printed, I guesstimate the book will be around ~350 pages long. Writing this document was a mixture of stress, joy, and excitement. I’m happy that the next big step has been taken! So is my family, who got really used to tiptoeing around me after 7 pm when I’d finally have time to work.
As it stands, the book will be published by September 2017. Yay! I’ve been proofing my back copy and bio, and we should have those finished in early January.
Inkshares wrote a wonderful blog post about crowdfunding books. Please read it, as it explains the writing/editing/publishing process, including their timelines for authors (a.k.a ’Why is it taking a year to get my book?’):
http://blog.inkshares.com/post/154475375840/a-note-on-pub-dates-from-the-inkshares-production
2016 wasn’t easy for a lot of people, myself included, but I KNOW that 2017 will be AMAZING, and it’s all thanks to you: your support, your encouragement, and your indefatigable tolerance of my dinosaur memes.
Cheers to a wonderful 2017!
Erin
Hey gang! Been a while...right to it then! But first, thanks for being the best! Seriously, I couldn’t do these awesome things without you.
First of all: merry Christmas, and a happy New Year.
Second: we’ve passed 300 readers, which means I can start talking about how I’m defending my position on The List with 300, like King Leonidas at Thermopylae. Have you looked at The List’s leaderboard today, though? The contenders from the Launchpad competition have just been transferred in, at 3rd, 4th, 5th, and 6th. While the top three Launchpad entries are, according to the rules, probably going to be taken out again, there’s still that one contender, the fourth Launchpad entry, currently in 6th on The List, who’s just 10 readers below me and still taking orders....
In short, my position is Extremely Precarious, and I’m probably going to need a bunch of new readers within the next week to ensure my place.
In book news, the manuscript is complete and ready for submission. So is a brand new plan of the Veterans’ Club ground floor--and yes, the manuscript has been edited to take into account the new layout.
In short, we’re ready to roll. It’s just a question of what happens over the course of the next week. Now, more than ever: tell your friends, tell your enemies, tell your complete strangers. King Leonidas may have made an impressive defence of Thermopylae with his 300 Spartans, but that ultimately ended in defeat. Let’s hope the same doesn’t happen with my 300 readers.
It was dark. And raining. And cold. And Allison’s armor was beginning to chafe, despite its fine craftsmanship. As she sat shivering in the bushes outside a temple in one of the more reputable areas of town, she looked at her friends on either side, faintly satisfied that they all looked as miserable as she. Well, all of them but Jimmy. Like the others, he had pulled his cloak close, but not for warmth so much as to hide the glint of the mail vest he wore over a light leather jerkin. Th. . .
It was dark. And raining. And cold. And Allison’s armor was beginning to chafe, despite its fine craftsmanship. As she sat shivering in the bushes outside a temple in one of the more reputable areas of town, she looked at her friends on either side, faintly satisfied that they all looked as miserable as she. Well, all of them but Jimmy. Like the others, he had pulled his cloak close, but not for warmth so much as to hide the glint of the mail vest he wore over a light leather jerkin. Th. . .
