Lauren Robinson

The Great TBWSIC Do-Over: A Tale of Redemption and Typos. Yours Truly, The Author.

I have made the choice to re-publish my debut novel, The Boy Who Saw In Colours, with major changes. 

It’s the story of a young, naive author (that’s me!) who, in the year of our Lord 2020, unleashed upon the world a literary creation known as The Boy Who Saw In Colours. Ah, the memories—so raw, so fresh—and honestly, it almost made me quit writing altogether.

Now, let’s fast-forward four years. Picture me, sitting by the window, sipping on a cup of existential dread, when it hits me: TBWSIC was about as ready for the world as a toddler is for quantum physics. I had mentors, bless their souls, who guided me through the publishing jungle, but let’s face it, they were more like Tarzan, and I was like… not Tarzan.

I hear you asking, “But Author, who cares about a debut novel that’s probably keeping the dust bunnies company on page 150 of Amazon?” Well, my dear reader, I care. That novel, the characters, the story, are my babies, it is my magnum opus, my passion project that deserved more than a rushed introduction to society.

For the last four years, something has been sitting very heavy on my chest and I realised, after months of thinking about it, that I'm not happy with the finished product. 

So, here’s the scoop: I’m taking TBWSIC back to the drawing board. (Or have taken it back to the drawing board) It’s time for a makeover, a transformation, a glow-up, if you will. I’ve learned a thing or two in these four years, and I’m ready to give TBWSIC the love and attention it deserves.

I’m not just slapping on a new cover and calling it a day. Oh no, we’re talking full-on novel rejuvenation. New cover, book trailer, manuscript, less typos.

So, to those who’ve journeyed with TBWSIC thus far, prepare for the second coming. Thank you for believing in a newbie author with a dream and an unhealthy obsession with WWII, and to everyone who read it, wrote reviews, featured it on radio shows and podcasts, and to the people who sensed a little bit of themselves in Josef.

And to the newbies, I'll look to hearing your thoughts on Josef's story. Here’s to TBWSIC 2.0.

The best is yet to be rewritten.

Yes, I do have at least one more book in me. A story about Ireland, from the mist-shrouded hills of ancient Ireland to the bustling metropolis of the modern world. Through the hands of bards and minstrels, artists and dreamers, the echoes of the past resonate, binding past, present, and future in a timeless dance of creation and discovery. 

More on that later.