Martinus Publishing isn't doing well, and neither am I at the moment. As a quick heads-up, I'd like to inform everyone of the situation.
Sticking just with the publishing side of things, sales are currently awful. The last two anthologies, Life of the Dead, and To Hell with Dante have both tanked, big time. We are seeing virtually no sales of these titles, and I've spent more (much more) on advertising than has actually come back. These titles are essentially dead. That is very disheartening, and I dread having to send out royalty reports in January to the contributors. I hate sending out pocket change for the authors who have contributed stories, and I further hate to let them know that nobody's buying their work. Some will roll with it, some will be understanding, and maybe a few will just be upset and blame me for not being a rich
City publishing house.
There is a huge pile of slush on my computer, waiting to be read, but due to various reasons I have been unable to focus adequately to get through most of it lately. If you can imagine a writer with "reader's block" then that's me at the moment. I cannot stand to look at the raw print some days, and I can't give an adequate assessment of a submission if that is the case. Most of the open anthologies are closing to submissions by the end of the year, at least, so I might get a breather to catch up in January. Maybe.
I have quite a few personal things troubling me, but those are my business, and I will not trouble anyone else with them. Needless to say, I do not ask for your pity or your sympathy. I only say it so you won't be surprised by any delays that might arise due to my current state of mind. Don't be surprised if you don't get a timely response to a submission.
A little over 3 months ago, I quipped in a radio interview that I was "too stubborn to quit" when it came to the publishing industry. That may still be the case, but I can't run myself into the ground for nothing. When you have 2 flops in a row, and find yourself broke with no means to even run any more online ads, it really isn't much motivation. Worse still, I don't even have the money to get some other projects I have in the works off the ground. Damn it, I can't stand the thought of telling people I'm too financially strapped to make their dreams come true.
I realized some years ago that I was not liable to be able to become the successful writer that I always sought to become, but I thought I could help others on their trek toward that goal. Now, I can't even do that, so what good am I? I'm sorry.
I'm not giving up. I'm not shutting down. However, I will say that writing and publishing aren't my most important concerns anymore. Being a writer is something that has defined me my entire life. Yet, the greatest success in the world would not grant me what I truly need in life. No, that is something entirely different, and I have only just begun to understand it. When that is achieved, perhaps then the writing will matter again.