An apology. Yes, I am apologizing to all of you for torturing you by leaving you hanging at the end of each Storm book. I realize, now, that I am an 'evil author' to let you hang for sometimes over a year between books.
Now you may wonder why the apology--and yes, I know you've heard it from be before--so I will tell you. I am following a series of books The City Between by W. R. Gingell. Gingell recently released book eight and of course it left me hanging even worse than the previous book. But I love the story anyway. Thankfully, she is not nearly as evil as me. She only leaves me hanging for six months between books. I believe there is one more, so hopefully in six months I will have a conclusion to the story.
So, yes, I am apologizing for my cruelty in leaving you hanging for so long between books. I will try my hardest not to do it in the future, but I'm not promising anything. I never realized how hard it would be to self-publish books AND work a full time job. I do like my job, however, because it allows me time at the hotels to work on books and stuff.
This last month has been sort of awful and nice in some ways. My work schedule was all messed up, and I had huge chunks of flying with few days between and then huge chunks of days off with no flying. I know that last probably sounds like a dream, but with lots of flying I need a good day to recover and sometimes I'm so tired that I end up taking lots of days to recover. There's that little detail of the paychecks too. Too little flying means it's difficult to pay the bills. Ugh. That was this last month.
Hopefully June will be much better and full of butterflies and unicorns (yeah that's the likelyhood).
In other writing related matters, I have decided that my brain has no semblance of consistency, maybe some form of writing ADHD. I will be going along, happy as a lark, working on projects and editing and BAM, an idea will slam into me or I'll have a really awesome dream that must be written into a book.
That happened in April. I had a great dream and it ended up being a cool Romantic Suspense book. I even wrote the whole thing in less than a month (NaNoWriMo would be proud of me).
Well a few days ago (during one of those nice chunks of days off), I was walking my dogs, and BAM! An idea hit me for an intriguing apocalyptic book. (Storm clouds are very inspiring). Of course I finished my walk while ruminating on the idea. Then I sat down and began writing feverishly. I got through the first three chapters and then everything just flitted away. I know it will someday be a great story, but for now it is on the list of the many Works In Progress (WIP) I have on my laptop.
ARGH!!! Such is the life of an author. Of course this is why I feel like my brain has writers ADHD. My roommate asked and I counted. I have 11 WIP's all waiting to be finished. I was doing good finishing stories for a while, but this month has been a challenge for me. So I suppose it's onward and upward.
From Book 1: When you get up in the morning, the last thing you expect to see is a murdered guy hanging outside your window. Things like that tend to draw the attention of the local police, and when you’re squatting in your parents’ old house until you can afford to buy it, another thing you can’t afford is the attention of the cops.
Oh yeah. Hi. My name is Pet.
It’s not my real name, but it’s the only one you’re getting. Things like names are important these days.
And it’s not so much that I’m Pet.
I am a pet.
A human pet: I belong to the two Behindkind fae and the pouty vampire who just moved into my house. It’s not weird, I promise—well, it is weird, yeah. But it’s not weird weird, you know?
I really have enjoyed reading this series, but beware, they are not stand alone books and the series isn't finished. Each book will come to a conclusion, so they don't leave you completely hanging. But the overall ARC of the story covers all the books. I believe she said there will be 9 books, so 1 more book and six months to wait. (ARGH!!!)