Hey, I’m back! Sorry about the post drought. Life came up and roundhouse-kicked me in the face, but what can I say. I’m here.
I’ve been thinking, and if I can’t find the time to post TPT stuff, I should probably at least let you in on what the hell I’m doing with myself over here:
Hey, peeps! So, this weekend is going to be a good one. I’m having a launch party for Forget Me on Friday! It’s pretty much just a family/friend gathering, but it will be bomb 🙂 I will be doing a reading, so I might post a video for you lovely people to enjoy too.
But while I’m having a real-life party, there will be a digital one (of sorts) as well! Because starting tomorrow, June 15th through Friday the 16th, the Kindle version of my debut will be free! Literally. Zero. Zip. Nada. $0. THAAAAT’S RIGHT.
She’s out, my friends! It’s been a long journey, but I am a published author. Published by the good folks at Quiet Fire Books (you can check them out over here).
For those of you who are just peeking in the doorway now, I’ve been trying to write a publishable book for over eight years now. I wrote a lot of crap in those years, but now? This story, Forget Me, that I’ve been working on since September of 2014? It’s finally out there! *cracks open bubbly* HELL YEAH!
You may be thinking, “So… *clears throat* *checks watch* what’s it about?” Heh, got ya covered:
Sometimes finishing a story is like losing a friend. I’ve had the experience when I’ve read other’s books, and I’m sure you know the feeling too. You just read through some serious action-y stuff, things have started to work themselves out in the plot, and now you’re getting to those last few pages. You knew this moment would come. The realization set in for you when your bookmark was exactly midway between the front and back. You tried to put it out of your mind, but now you have to face facts. You have to say goodbye to Richard, the character you related most with, and his clumsy ways. You can’t step into that colorfully-described herb garden anymore. You can never live this story for the first time ever again.
Ahh, the old adage. I don’t even have to repeat it to you, and you wanna know why? Because so freaking many people say it.
It’s just another one of those things that make independent publishers like yours truly lose sleep at night and go into mania. And, y’know? That doesn’t leave much time for obtaining sustenance, being a person, functioning in society, writing back your penpals (I think I owe some people an apology)… things of that nature.
Characters are the best.
There may be some people out there who don’t understand this, but… I would say all readers and writers have developed a bond with certain characters they hold near and dear to their hearts. Like Harry from William Sleator’s Singularity—I get the whole sibling-angst thing because, well, I have an older sister and it’s not always sunshine and gumdrops. Or “Gabriel” and Bubba from Julie Gonzalez’s Imaginary Enemy. Those characters resonated with me because I used to have an imaginary frenemy (and he still resurfaces sometimes… DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT).
*sighs and groans of life leaving my body*
The past week month super-long day-melding period of time has been brutal. Countless all-nighters have been pulled. I worked my tail off, and finally… I’m ready for an editor! And I found one, too. As I’ve said before, I’ve taken little Sabine as far as I can go with her. Developmental edits are all taken care of, because I DID ‘EM (because that’s a totally different thing from copyedits and proofreads, BTDUBBS. I still need those, preferably done by someone who’s NOT ME). I’ve beaten the living daylights out of that story and now it’s looking pretty nice. Like, really nice.