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I dropped the ball. That's the only excuse for today. Normally, I have newsletters typed up and scheduled by Friday evenings. Not this time, because—again—I dropped the ball. BUT, in my defense, it's because I've been so, so, so, SO into writing the sequel. I’m at 13 chapters so far, and you all are in for a treat if I do say so myself.
To make it up to you, here’s a little snippet (that gives away literally nothing):
Clay wants to scream. He wants to break down into tears, run away like Max did not so long ago. He wants to pummel something—anything. He wants to drink himself into oblivion, if only to not feel a goddamn thing.
ALSO! Happy belated birthday to me! As of last Saturday (April 3rd), I am the big 3-0, and I. am. loving it. Everyone has always made such a big deal about "getting old" when they turn thirty. All I have to say is—my 30s HAVE to be better than my 20s!
Anyway. Here's hoping I can get this book written by its scheduled release date (which you'll find out in a few weeks' time).
So now I'll leave you with this question: What are your plans for this weekend?
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