Not In My Name has been released, and why that makes me happy (sort of)

Last year, I wrote about how having depression made the release of my novel Three Arachnids In A Warship just another thursday. The short version is: depression saps the joy from everything. Even something as monumental as a book launch - the theoretical end point of years of effort - is rendered as nothing. Void.

Well, I’m not depressed at the moment - or at least feeling less depressed, so it came as a surprise to me when Not In My Name came out and I felt a little excited. This is partly because my publisher have done really well at getting reviews for the thing. Instagram is the way to go, apparantly. I’ve got a bunch of lovely Zoomers reading my book and getting very concerned at the political state of the UK, which is a double win for me. Also, a bunch of my friends bought NIMN, which was very nice of them.

I’m not jumping for joy at the release of NIMN, mostly because I’m extremely ill right now. I’m struggling to write a hundred words a day. Still, I think this is the first time I’ve put a book out and actually felt something. That’s nice. Can you tell I’ve lost the thread of what I was talking about? I’m extremely ill.