Over the Easter weekend, my total sales numbers for the last 12 months hit 15,000. Most of that was Spellmonger, followed by Warmage, with the Space Viking stuff doing consistantly modest but still respectable sales.
Thank you all, very, very much.
I'm deep into writing Magelord now, and have simultaneously cranked out about 8 chapters of Trask's Odyssey, as well as gotten representation for a series by one of my pseudonyms, plus made dramatic headway on Secret Projects #1 and #2. My fiendish plans are coming to fruition!
All I need is my own lair . . .
This would do. And it's FSBO, in my neighborhood (roughly) and in my price-range (if I ignore several major compelling factors). So now I have a reason to write lots, fast, and good, and keep y'all entertained. If I could say that my fantasy writing allowed me to purchase my very own castle/writing studio . . . I mean, how cool is that?
And the ultimate irony is, of course, that Magelord is about Minalan's attempt to fix up a nearly ruined old castle. The gods are telling me something here. What do y'all think? Should I indulge in this mad mid-life crisis? Or should I let prudence and wisdom rule the day?