For too many years now, Harrell has gone as Clark Kent-changing-into-Superman and Renee has been a Medieval Farm Wench and/or Maiden, depending on her mood on the particular day. Two such disparate costumes don’t play well together (“So pleased I could save you, Medieval Farm Maiden,” says Superman. “Aieee!” cries the rescued Maiden. “It’s a demon from the skies!”) and neither outfit is looking any better for all of the wear. So, as soon as we’re done here, we’ll be hitting the Spirit Store to search for discounted alternatives.
We can afford to do this because, thanks to the team of story translators at Babelcube, we have a little extra change in our pockets. According to the Babelfolk, the Spanish and Portuguese editions of After Things Went Bad are now available pretty much worldwide. And how many sales has ATWB netted, secondary to this massive distribution?
Not quite as many as Harrell had hoped. And exactly as many as Renee had feared. Our royalties to date have totaled…thirteen cents. (Our poor translators are paid along with us, penny-for-penny. We feel so bad for them.)
In other news, we finished our five-part romance/sf/horror/fantasy serial before realizing it needed to lose the horror and fantasy segments and be put out as a standalone novel. Under a brand new pen name, since standalone novels issued by unknown writers are always popular in the e-book world.
That’s what Harrell planned, anyway. Renee has her own opinions about such foolishness but has tabled the discussion until our latest set of beta readers weigh in. Which oughta be any day now.
Watching: Live Die Repeat: Edge of Tomorrow with Tom Cruise. A lot of fun even though, seriously, who came up with that title? Oh, we got around to Gotham. A lot of fun and we should have started watching sooner. Why didn't you tell us?
Reading: Six Women of Salem: The Untold Story of the Accused and Their Accusers in the Salem Witch Trials. Which, believe it or not, is the exact same title we intended to use for our new novel, even though our story focuses on one woman, is set in modern Mississippi, and doesn’t include a trial, of witches or anyone else. Still: talk about coincidence.
Happy All Saints’ Day!