I hinted at this briefly on Facebook earlier in the week. For those of you who don’t know, here is the announcement made by Breathless Press a couple of days ago.
So . . . yeah. I knew about this. Or I knew it was coming. One thing (among many) that I can say about the folk behind Breathless Press is that they have always been open, honest and frank about everything going on behind the scenes, choices being made and the reality of what is going on around us.
That being said I did hope for a different outcome. Of course I did.
Anyway . . . what do I do now? ‘Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust‘ is currently in their hands (though my rights will be back very soon) and ‘Slippers & Chains: Second Base’ is with a beta reader. I was readying myself to send that to my BP editor by the end of May. Can’t do that now.
I have several options, I guess, but looking back at the state I was in last week, most of them aren’t very attractive to me at this point.
- Send to alternative publishers to see if they will take on the novel. Go through whatever editing process they have and sign up new contracts.
- Self publish under Little Vamp Press
- Stop the series completely and start something new
. . . well that last option can sod right off. It’s an option, but I know there are people who will be devastated to learn that there will be no more of the ‘Cage Story’ as it was so lovingly dubbed. More than that, I love these characters and the potential mileage they have in them.
Middle option? A bit like Ileandra with ‘Silk Over Razor Blades‘ it was always my plan to do exactly that until the Funk Master said I should submit it. So this route is viable. And it’s not like I haven’t done it before, right?
The first option is the most scary because I have no idea how these new publishers will treat me. If they’ll even take the novel on. If I’ll have to do a whole ream of new edits to satisfy the style of a new publishing house.
. . . Basically, I don’t know what I want. I have no idea.
It’s maddening because this year was all planned, but doubly so because every rational bone in my body says shiz like this happens all the time and that the strength of character shows not in avoiding it but dealing with it. -_-
I had a little cry – not for me, but for all of us, because the BP family is lovely and I adore them and I’m so sad that this has happened to all of us, not just me – and ate waaaaaaaay too much food on Monday. On Tuesday while DSB was recording for the podcast I spent sime time on the BP Facebook page chatting with other authors about the options. Yesterday I spent an hour gabbing on #writingchat and felt very much better.
Today? Well today is a new day, isn’t it? And I need to make some decisions. The Sprogs are at nursery now (they started their new one yesterday) so I have the day largely to myself. It’s time to take that snotty horse by the reins, leap back into the saddle and show it who the hell is boss.
I’m not used to be lost and adrift. Being unable to make decisions. That’s not me. For a short while . . . this song described my life.
Time to go back to being that person. Strong. Assured. Confident. Trusting in my ability to make the right choices for my career.