The Irksome Case of More Mysteriously Vanishing Books – The Tardy Update, Part 3

by Brian on May 6, 2021

in Behind the Scenes, Fiction, Life & Stuff

When last we spoke, I hit the highlights of why, after less than two years and one year in print, respectively, The Immaculate Void and Skidding Into Oblivion disappeared from the market.

They were not the first. By then, this was already becoming an unfortunate trend.

Whom the Gods Would Destroy - original DarkFuse cover

Whom the Gods Would Destroy – original DarkFuse cover

Several months before the family crises erupted, a publisher I’d worked with on a few mostly novella-length projects decided to shut down, so its founder could focus on another business. Thus, the books went poof, including Whom the Gods Would Destroy, which had done very well, and amassed a raft of great reviews from twice being featured as an Amazon daily deal.

My thought: Since these titles had already paid for their keep, why not gather them with a couple other suitable orphans and try an experiment with self-publishing them? We’re talking:

  • Whom the Gods Would Destroy
  • Without Purpose, Without Pity
  • Worlds of Hurt
  • “Asleep at the Wheel” (my early Nightmare On Elm Street novelette)
  • The Horizon Out of Time (originally titled In the Negative Spaces, from Dark City)
Whom the Gods Would Destroy - recreated cover

Whom the Gods Would Destroy – recreated cover

In the first several weeks of 2018, I was making steady progress: putting them all through a new polish draft, working on new covers, studying the business aspects of establishing my own imprint, to be called Green Abbey Media, and a load of other details.

Then the meteors started to hit. The lifequakes kept on a-shakin’.

I’m only just now entertaining the thought of getting back to this time-consuming project, even if I don’t have the same enthusiasm for it —  not yet, at least.

The Horizon Out of Time - cover art in arrested development

The Horizon Out of Time – cover art in arrested development

Funny, this: When you retrieve the things you were forced to drop as Big Chaos hit, it may not be a good feeling. They don’t feel like patient friends who’ve been waiting for you to rejoin them so you can all get to work again.

It’s more like returning to a stale room in a vacant house where some irreversible calamity happened. That blackened energy still hangs thick in the air, and when you pick up random shards that are right where you left them, it takes you back, to relive how they got broken. They deserve better, but it’s easier to let them lie a little longer.

My perceptions, anyway. Your post-apocalyptic mileage may vary.

It’ll happen, and these titles will live again — I feel sure of that. But, like everything, they need the proper time and space to sprout anew.

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