Last night I uploaded Kongomato to CreateSpace even though the software said it wouldn't print. By this time I didn't care any more and had decided to take their sniggers of scorn as my final hint. I was going to forget all about printed versions from now on.
It came back today and it's fine. I don't know or care why. Now that I've gone over it for the umpteenth time and with Donna and Barbara's help it's better than it was before and hopefully an enjoyable read for other people, too. But more to the point good value for someone who actually parts with money to buy it.
I had no intention of ever writing a sequel. I was content to make it my one and only horror novel. However there has been some demand for a sequel. I didn't want to but then, much against my better judgement, a plot began gnawing at my vitals. Why not, I thought. The opportunity to swear and write in gruesome detail doesn't come often in the genre of books that I write. So I've begun another.