Way, way back in the dim recesses of ... 2014, was it? When I stupidly thought writing was a great thing to try to sell, anyway ... I started out by releasing a book free on Cyber Monday. I figured that everyone spends so much money on these big-sale days like Black Friday and Cyber Monday that people deserved a little freebie now and then.
And of course it was a roaring success! Oh, wait, no, that wasn't me. Nah, it was a dismal failure, I think it was downloaded maybe 8 times and no one said a word about it even after they downloaded it. 'Cause people only download stuff 'cause it's free, not because they actually want it.
I know I'm guilty of it.
Well I tried it the next year too, and got maybe 10 downloads and total silence.
Annnnnd 2016 was shit in many, many ways and did a fantastic job of exacerbating the rampaging depression, and I don't remember much of 2017 other than it was a bit like 2018, but older.
So I figured that this year maybe I'll do it again. I don't know why. Apparently I'm a fucking glutton for punishment, who knows. But basically everything that's even moderately finished is now free for a bit, even all the shit that's totally unedited. (Me, procrastinating NaNoWriMo? Never.) It might even get me off my arse enough to finish a couple of the other semi-unfinished things, since NNWM is going so spectacularly well this year that I'm writing two stories at once. What's a couple more to the list?
(That said I've been wanting to finish writing about Maddeson for a while, because he's irritating me now.)
Let's marvel at the futility of both the season and this, eh?