We’re getting into the home stretch now. I am working on finishing up the second book to The Asylum Tales. The book is due in to my publisher at the beginning of May and I have a feeling that this one is going to go down to the wire, which I hate. It means late nights, lots of caffeine, and walking around in a daze as my mind dances somewhere between this world and one of my own making. It means that the vacuum cleaner is going to collect dust and the laundry is going to become a monstrous pile that threatens to take over the bedroom. It means that my O.H. is going to be coming into the office to take my pulse every once in a while.
I’m treating myself to coffee with an old friend today. He was there when Mira was born and was a person that I threw plot ideas around with when I was working on the Dark Days series. I find myself anxiously awaiting his thoughts on my new series, which is kind of funny. My agent loves the book, my editor loves it. Heck, even Kim Harrison and Simon R. Green like the first book and I am so honored and humbled by that. But there’s something more about getting the approval of a friend that followed you through your first book. I won’t be able to give him the first book yet, but I’m thinking about handing over one of the novellas.
In the meantime, the blog might become a windswept desert as the last of this book consumes my life for the next few weeks. But don’t worry. I’m still alive. I’ll come up for air in time to promote the final novella of the Dark Days series.
If you have a question, feel free to drop me an email or drop a comment on my discussion board. It’s quiet as we sit between books, but I pop by every day during the week to answer questions and comment. I try to get back to everyone within a few days.
But for now, I’m heading back into the book.