S.L.Luck

December 11, 2020

I’ve struggled a lot since the release of Redeemer. When the book got released a month early, I admit I had insomnia, heart burn, and a raging headache that Tylenol just wouldn’t abate. I worked hard to finish the last edit as soon as I could, spending 16 hour days at my computer so I could upload the revisions. This is not how it was supposed to be! I raged inside. As part of the release, I pre-scheduled a giveaway on Goodreads. Winners of this giveaway were supposed to receive the final version of the book but as Goodreads pulls manuscripts directly from Amazon, I was really at Amazon’s mercy. This upload, too, could not be changed so all 100 winners received the draft copy. (Shit.) Woe are the problems of itty bitty authors like me. This said, I am expecting a much smoother release for my current project next year, when I’ve taken my kicks and Amazon allows me to schedule a release like the pros do.

Reviews are starting to trickle in. Mistakes aside, the book has been received well, though one of the contest winners abhors the vulgarity in my book and doesn’t recommend it. Perhaps the burning church on the cover or the back cover copy which posits local horrors did not sufficiently explain what readers should expect? I wonder. Obviously, that reader is not my Ideal Reader. I know I have those because you write to me and encourage me along every single day. It’s for you that I write. The more books I publish, I know my writing will only improve. But no matter how many books I write, I’m committed to authenticity. As people do in real life, my characters will swear, they will make terrible decisions, they will have immoral thoughts and act in outrageous manners because, well, it’s really not so outrageous when you think of it. I only know of one person who would shout “fiddlesticks” if a hammer were to be dropped on her foot. People like me and my Ideal Readers, however, would spew a litany of profanities quicker than you could blink.

For my Ideal Readers who prefer the real stuff, you fucking rock. Read on!