Thursday, October 26, 2017
The Deal
The Deal is back up and available for purchase at Amazon for 99 cents. It will be available at Barnes & Noble also. It's just taking them a bit longer to post it. Keep an eye out. It should pop up today or tomorrow.
Friday, October 20, 2017
Ramble, ramble, ramble . . ..
I finished Chaldor! It’s been accepted by Evernight Publishing. I don’t have a publication date yet as we haven’t begun edits. I’ll post more information such as the blurb and excerpts soon.
Instead of starting something new, I thought I’d tackle The Deal and get it back up. After reading it again with the intention to make edits, I realized that I wasn’t making drastic changes. I’ve really thought about this book way too much when I’ve got other ideas swirling and dying in my head. So what I did was this: I wrote a second epilogue.
When I republish The Deal, it will be for 99 cents. If you’ve read it before, wait a week and I will publish the second epilogue here. I’m a reader, too, and the last thing I would want would be to buy the same book twice. (I’ve done it accidentally when purchasing e-books from different sellers and I’ve done it on purpose when a beloved book was lost.) And I certainly would not want to feel like I was obligated to buy a book just to read a few changes. Reading should be a joy—not an obligation.
I’m currently waiting on a new cover for The Deal. Hopefully, I will have it back up within a week or two.
As for myself, like any other new puppy owner, I could write a book about the drama. One day I will be sure to include it in a story. Within a short period of time, my puppy has destroyed the power cords to our air conditioning unit and to my laptop. And because she would not stay out of the vines in our backyard, she gave my poor husband a poison ivy (possibly) rash. It was so severe that he had to go to the doctor. The rash was purple in spots and it kept spreading. One night I was up several times, about every two hours, because the puppy had diarrhea—no doubt from something she ate while out on a walk. She will eat literally anything. Sticks, leaves, poop, paper, whatever she can manage to steal from the trash. It’s all the same to her. (Meanwhile, my cat has decided she will eat only seafood.) My daughter wasn’t this much trouble when she was a baby. I’m always telling her that she was the best baby ever. And she was. After I’d finish feeding her at night, she’d fold her tiny hands, close her eyes, and go back to sleep until her next feeding. What an angel!
Instead of starting something new, I thought I’d tackle The Deal and get it back up. After reading it again with the intention to make edits, I realized that I wasn’t making drastic changes. I’ve really thought about this book way too much when I’ve got other ideas swirling and dying in my head. So what I did was this: I wrote a second epilogue.
When I republish The Deal, it will be for 99 cents. If you’ve read it before, wait a week and I will publish the second epilogue here. I’m a reader, too, and the last thing I would want would be to buy the same book twice. (I’ve done it accidentally when purchasing e-books from different sellers and I’ve done it on purpose when a beloved book was lost.) And I certainly would not want to feel like I was obligated to buy a book just to read a few changes. Reading should be a joy—not an obligation.
I’m currently waiting on a new cover for The Deal. Hopefully, I will have it back up within a week or two.
As for myself, like any other new puppy owner, I could write a book about the drama. One day I will be sure to include it in a story. Within a short period of time, my puppy has destroyed the power cords to our air conditioning unit and to my laptop. And because she would not stay out of the vines in our backyard, she gave my poor husband a poison ivy (possibly) rash. It was so severe that he had to go to the doctor. The rash was purple in spots and it kept spreading. One night I was up several times, about every two hours, because the puppy had diarrhea—no doubt from something she ate while out on a walk. She will eat literally anything. Sticks, leaves, poop, paper, whatever she can manage to steal from the trash. It’s all the same to her. (Meanwhile, my cat has decided she will eat only seafood.) My daughter wasn’t this much trouble when she was a baby. I’m always telling her that she was the best baby ever. And she was. After I’d finish feeding her at night, she’d fold her tiny hands, close her eyes, and go back to sleep until her next feeding. What an angel!
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