Astral Tides: The Shadows of Uhmakhet is the first sequel I’ve set in place with the intent to publish. While I have written sequels before, it was years before self-publishing was ever even a thought or belief I had in mind, ever before it was even known to me, let alone considered achievable. The Shadows of Uhmakhet is also my second foray into the universe of the Council, the Union, and, more importantly, the crew of Captain Daltir Stone.
Rimward ended on more of a cliffhanger than any other book I’ve written thus far. And my plans with the story and the series was to make it huge. Six books, at minimum, cataloging the events of Captain Daltir Stone’s life from the first page of Rimward all the way to the final book. And if I decided to take it further, then I would, and if I decided to do spin-offs, then I would. Somewhere around episode five of Rimward I was riding high in the clouds on the fervor and excitement of the story, the characters, and the hanging plot threads, and I felt I could run this story for years without ever running out of steam.
And then I started The Shadows of Uhmakhet.
So I've done it. I've done what I've always wanted to do. I've published a book. Not only that, but I don't have any plans to stop now. I, in fact, have three more books planned between now and the summer of 2015. Cybersaurus: The Awakening wasn't exactly a hit (in fact, very, very few people know about it, in the grand scheme of things), but I am certain that the more books I put out, the more I'll start to get noticed, and the more they may pick up steam.
I've decided shortly after finishing Cybersaurus: The Awakening that I wasn't going to visit Cybersaurus Season Two: Revolution until 2015, and that I would take quarter 4 of 2014 and quarter 1 of 2015 to pursue two other novels. Some friends of mine seemed excited for me to begin writing a suspense and horror novel, and so I set out to do just that, titled The Visitors Season One: Quarantine.
Yet it has taken me an abysmally long time to write Episode One of that season, and the entire time my mind keeps wandering back to Cybersaurus. Is this the Wall that every creative mind encounters? Or is it a general disinterest in my own work?