After being a finalist in the Emerging Writers’ Category at the UK Brighton Book Festival (yes, I mention it whenever I can), I was determined to complete the second Emerson Chopra mystery, Murder, You Say? But publishing a book when you’re self-published is like trying to build a boat while already at sea, and then trying to keep dry while sharks circle (not the friendly ones). Today I finally hit publish! I decided on my own ISBN numbers and multi-platform listings. I decided to be positive about sales figures and demand. (Bailey is giving me a withering look – oh dear!)
So, anyway, yes, Murder, You Say? has arrived — the second Emerson Chopra mystery! I am trying to develop some kind of marketing strategy but remain clueless.
Anyway, If you thought Murder at the Resort was a fab romp, this one leans gleefully much, much further into the absurd. I was channeling my need to laugh through a summer which was, frankly, dire, in news terms (I know that is an understatement).
Anyway, as a result, Murder, You Say? is satirical, sharp, but also ever so slightly deranged, it’s the kind of book where you’ll laugh at the ridiculousness of the world while still wondering whodunnit.
What’s the most delightfully deranged mystery you’ve ever laughed through?
And while I’d love to tell you I produced this polished masterpiece through serene creative flow… no. The real driving force behind the book is Bailey, my Bengal cat and full-time furry literary agent. Her business model is simple: “The treat bowl is empty unless you write, write, write AND sell, sell, sell.”
Bailey has perfected the art of “encouragement” — usually in the form of a paw to the ribs in the early hours of the morning, or sitting on my laptop just as I find the right word.
So if you enjoy absurd murders with a satirical twist, a sleuth who is dragged into trouble and just stays there enjoying the view (eye-rol) and the knowledge that your purchase will directly fund Bailey’s next treat binge, then Murder, You Say? is waiting for you.
Support independent writers. Support absurdist crime fiction. Support one very demanding cat.
Because let’s face it — if this book doesn’t sell, Bailey will plot my overthrow!
P.S. If you have recommendations—mailing lists, bookstagram tips, crowdfunds—I’m all ears (and so is Bailey, if she bothers to look up from her naptime).
Love & Hugs
Olivia & Bailey
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