A quick explanation

About the newsletter I sent the other day

So, you would have received my newsletter on 1 May, exhorting you to buy something called It Waits. One of you immediately did (thank you very much). But I realised that it was a very strange way of sending out a message to my readers that a new book is out there.

I didn’t have the time to explain until now (I don’t have the time even now. Need to cook lunch, work on edits, do some proof reading, yada, yada, you get the drift). But I thought I should let you all know what that weird email was all about.

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So, I wrote a book called It Waits in 2016. It was with a publisher until I took back the rights last year and decided to self-publish it. I won’t go into the reasons with why and wherefore, but I thought that instead of publishing it on Amazon through KDP (I’ve been facing a few hitches, nothing big, just a random account suspension in November and a delay of payment this month, etc), I thought I should try other avenues. Because you know, I shouldn’t be putting all my eggs in one basket and all that.

Anyway, I checked out other options. Turns out there aren’t that many. I came across stck.me a few times and decided to give it a try. It’s fairly simple to publish a book there. I’ve heard it’s fairly easy to get paid also (but I’ll know once you guys decide to buy it). (Although where’s the search button stck.me? Why can’t I look for other creators? How will I look for other creators? Am I missing something?)

So on Monday, I uploaded the book and hit publish. It asked me if I wanted to send it out to my newsletter subscribers. I chose you all because well, you’re my OG subscribers (I have a large-ish mailing list with MailerLite but that’s mostly promotion and freebie based). And I hit send.

What happened was that the email popped up in your inboxes without any context or explanation and I felt bad, but not bad enough to explain right away. So I took my time, hoping you all didn’t mind it.

The email had the link to a book, a horror novel that I wrote, based off a dream I had about an emerald bracelet. It’s creepy and fun and very campy.

Take a look!

In the basement of her ancestral home, eighteen year old Trishna has seen a pair of glowing eyes. Right before she stumbled across the body of her dead father. Scared, Trishna runs away from home, vowing to never return. But twenty years later, a newly widowed Trishna finds herself driving back to her home town of Dakhara, because her mother has died. With her two teenagers Varun and Jia, Trishna is rediscovering the old home that she’d escaped and finds the not unwelcome attentions of her ex-boyfriend Dr Inder, focused on her once more. 

But, there is something in the basement that is sitting quietly. All these years, it has been biding its time.

It waits. 

Get it here.

That’s it. That’s the explanation. Now you can all go back to whatever you were doing (and maybe buy the book and see what a creepy basement has to do with an emerald bracelet?)

God knows when I’ll be able to afford an emerald bracelet of my own. Sigh.

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