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Just wrote a few words for Sun because today, I spent my energy and brain power on finishing setting up my new store. Yes, you can now buy books directly from me - well, almost.
It's a store through PayHip, with the fulfillment through BookFunnel. That helps both me with my bookkeeping, and it helps you, because BookFunnel makes it very easy to get your ebook into whatever reading app you use.
I'm also going through yet another iteration of cover creation for Zell, and I actually made a sketch today to show the layout I have in mind. Find that below.
And well, have all the words I wrote for Sun today. shrug
It took them two nights of walking south, keeping the mountains to their right, until they found a sizable stream that flowed east. They stayed an extra day, washing their clothes and themselves.
Laisal also dug up some thick roots from the ground that she claimed were edible, wrapping them in her spare shirt.
Second office day today, I've been taking it easy. However, I managed 400 words for the Vampires, and I'm finding out more and more things about the story. Loving it.
Have a sneaky lesbian couple. (This is set in the 1930s.)
This was the third cheating case in as many weeks, and Leander was heartily sick of the whole topic. Emotions always ran high and the results generally weren’t pretty. At least this one seemed completely harmless. The woman he was being paid to follow around did not meet with another man. No, she just spent a lot of time with another woman, clearly a best friend and nothing more.
That meant he could write up his report and tell the suspicious husband that he had nothing to worry about.
I did it!
I just wrote The End under the Epilogue of the Wolves, after a thorough edit.
Tomorrow, I'll do a final, final read-through and plonk the file into Atticus. Tomorrow evening, I'll have the epub and the print PDF, and can tell my cover designer about the page numbers.
I saw the final cover just now, and it looks awesome! I hope can find the time to do a quick cover reveal. Will upload to all stores on Thursday.
I've done this so many times. And yet, it's still exciting!
Woke up early today with a very fun scene for my vampires in mind.
This book is clearly refusing to be written in order. So be it. This is from much later in the story, after [spoilers]. But it shows a playful side of Leander that we rarely see.
In other news, my new Wolf book is finally also up on Apple. They took their sweet time.
Not much else happening, I'm on a recovery day after the intense weekend with my sister. (It was good, don't get me wrong, just a lot of things and me going into overwhelm.)
Anyway. Have some Melody and Leander.
“Ma’am, we have a report about a, ahem, corpse being brought into this house.”
That bloody caddie. He’d tattled on her, after all, despite the generous tip. If she ever saw him again, he’d rue his deed.
“Well,” she said, putting her hand on her chest, trying to sound as exasperated as she could. “That is certainly an interesting turn of events.”
“My apologies, Ma’am, but we do need to investigate this report. I am very sorry. The… err, witness said that you… err… carried it into the house.”
She managed a tinkling laugh. “Someone is certainly prone to exaggeration. Do I look as if I can carry a person?”
“No, Ma’am, you don’t, and I’m not implying…”
“But you are, Detective.” No, Melody would not let him off the hook.
A sound behind her made her turn, carefully moving as slowly as a human would. Leander was leaning against the doorjamb, saucer in one hand, cup of tea in the other, looking as posh as anyone of the British upper class.
“That corpse, Constable, would be me.” He sounded British, as well.
Guten Morgen.
Here's the promised post with a snippet of what I wrote yesterday. (It is getting harder to find passages that do not contain spoilers... but I doubt that what I'm sharing is a huge spoiler, especially if you read my series.)
Writer Brain also ambushed me again at night, and I have another new series idea, this time Vampires with a twist. Not quite the never-ending series that the Shifters offer, but similar. A bit darker than my usual stuff, maybe, with a romance subplot and happy for now endings.
Yes, I have an ideas folder. I truly need to live a few hundred years to write all the books I want to write. (Does anyone know a friendly vampire or demigod who could grant me a nice extension of my lifetime?)
Have some Wolf:
It was a relief to have Mark sitting next to me. He still looked like hell and he carried himself as if in great pain, but he was alive and, well, going to be fine.
That kiss kept playing out in my memory.
I knew what it meant. Every Wolf girl did.
It was a surprise and yet it wasn’t.
Being with Mark had always been fun and easy. He treated me like an equal, he celebrated my successes and commiserated with me when I messed up. And I did the same for him.
Playing dog for him was just as much fun.