Six Monthaversary!

     I can't believe that Telyn's first adventure has been out for six months, and that in that time, I've finished a second novel and started on our intrepid bard's next adventure.

     Life is starting to get back to normal (Mama B should be going home from the hospital in the next day or two). Looking forward to our schedules evening out again so I know when I can focus on writing.

     In the last week or so, though, it has become apparent that I may not be able to convey Telyn's whole story in just one more book, so...I now have outlines for two, lol! The one I am currently working on is now called TRUTHSONG. Those of you who've read the first book might remember that this is Telyn's most controversial gift, and how conflicted she is about using it. It also fits in to the general theme that keeps popping up in the book - being truthful with yourself, and those you love, even when it hurts. The third book will definitely be LORD OF THE WOOD, for many reasons.

     I'm working on getting a book tour set up for the six month mark of SONG MAGICK, and have approached a local branch of Barnes and Noble about doing an author signing event in the near future. Getting excited about it!

     In the meantime, I am digesting all the wonderful beta feedback I have received from my critique partners on NECTAR AND AMBROSIA. It's going to have some serious revision to voice and possibly the first chapter before I send out any queries. Learning hard lessons about sending something out before it's ready...*sigh*. The sound of crickets is deafening.

Brain paralysis

     It's amazing what a fragile thing the creative process can be. I've written before about how I have to be able to concentrate, and once folks are up at my house, creativity kind of shuts down.

     This week my awesome mother in law had a heart attack. She has been in ICU since Monday, and my hubby and I have been up at the hospital most of that time. Each day has been a roller coaster, and things are starting to even out, thank goodness, as her condition improves.

     Today is the first day I've had all week where I will be able to write, and will be the only day until next week.

     And I haven't been able to bring myself to write a word on my work in progress.

     I'm sure that exhaustion and emotion and a host of other things have a lot to do with it, but I've missed writing so much this week. Ah, well. The benefits of being an author without a contract obligation allow me to take a little time off to recuperate instead of forcing a pile of word-puke that would probably be horrid anyway.

     Maybe I will try again after coffee. *sigh*