I feel like I’ve got the bends.
I’ve spent the last (god is it nearly three weeks now?) decompressing after losing my job of five years.
There. I’ve made it public.
Now you know why I’ve been gone.
I’ve been lost inside my head — been reading, been watching TV. Got a gym membership. And a bike. And a tattoo.
What can I say, it’s cheaper than a convertible and less harmful than an affair.
I’ve been thinking a lot, and wondering if I’m falling back into a place I’ve been before — where I gave up writing, discouraged by the utter disinterest of even the other writers involved in my project. I’m not speaking of Singularity, I’m talking about a project I headed up about six years ago now, whose utter failure caused me to stop writing.
Fast-forward to today, and with four days left to order SINGULARITY through INDIEGOGO and only 8 patrons, it’s hard not to give up. It’s hard not to wonder why I bother.
But you know what? I love this book. I’m proud of it, and I can’t wait to write the next one.
I love Chuck Palahniuk, the films of Christopher Nolan, the Twilight Zone, The Others, 12 Monkeys….
And if you do, you’d love SINGULARITY, too.
Why do I keep writing? Because sometimes, people really connect with it. Here’s what one reader had to say:
“It is the protein in the brain and the gut that drives this book. Not pretty at times, it has the power to draw you in and get you to question reality and it’s perception. Depending on what side you’re standing on, you are either being made or unmade. “Singularity” is the thinking person’s book which constantly forces the reader to face the hope and fantasy of being human.”
Lisa Listwa wrote a review that blew me away. You can read the whole thing HERE, but here is an excerpt:
“I often shy from anything suggestive of horror, the supernatural, even the dark psychological. I don’t read such things alone or in the dark (although I suspect that would greatly enhance the experience for the bold reader). The web of tales Hann-Basquiat and her co-conspirators weave is intricate and enticing. I found myself wanting to read straight through, but unable to do so. It’s that terrifying. It’s that good.
Singularity surpasses a simple label of horror or psycho-thriller. It blends these with a good measure of metafiction and postmodernism. It will leave you questioning everything you believe about what it means to be real. Think you won’t enjoy something of this ilk? Don’t be so sure. Take a sip. You’ll be delightfully surprised to find it deliciously smooth, just like a good quality vodka.”
I was so delighted to read that — I felt that it was worth it just for that one connection. But then my brain goes into what I call NEVER ENOUGH mode, and I start asking myself why, when those that HAVE read it, love it, don’t a thousand others take a chance on it?
Here’s another review by Andra Watkins:
“Such a creative premise. In a world where everything goes by formula, Singularity is a refreshing (and horrifying) departure from formula. These writers worked together to weave a psychotic tale with characters who will haunt your nightmares. If you seek an unpredictable, creepy reading journey, this book is definitely a must read.”
So, then, I’m making an appeal to readers — anyone who loves the unexpected, the strange, the unconventional — treat yourself to something new. Check out the INDIEGOGO campaign — you can get signed copies and other goodies. But more than that, you will nurture my need for the affirmation of strangers. The campaign ends September 1st.