War is coming. Technicians are performing final checks on their Automatons. Armies are mobilizing. The cold hate of the Old Gods smoulders, and after thousands of years of waiting, they are finally ready to reclaim their world.
There are only a few days left until the books go live. Not weeks. Days.
I find it hard to describe how I’m feeling just now. It’s been such a long journey up to this point. I started writing the story that became Rage of the Old Gods five years ago. Five years of writing, of rewriting, of editing and formatting, of agonizing over whether to write sequels, of obsessing over Leha to the point where I thought of her every time I saw a short woman with dark hair, of rejection letters, and of hoping the books would one day see the light of day.
It’s all finally coming to a head, for better or for worse. Now, begins a new struggle — to get the books promoted and into as many hands as possible.
“Nervous” doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel right now.
I wanted to make this a longer and more in-depth post, but I don’t know what else to say. This is it. Zero hour is upon us. I can only sit and await the coming battle.
I’ll just leave you with a song. I posted this on my Facebook page a few days ago, but it deserves a repeat.
This song came out around the time I was finishing the first draft of Rage of the Old Gods. It came to be synonymous in my mind with Leha’s feelings during the final chapters, and it also sums up how I feel now pretty well.