So, I’m terrible at sticking to schedules. I have a hard time sticking to one for doing social media, blog posts, etc. To be fair, I’m also just terrible with social media and prefer Facebook over everything else. That may be an indicator of my age.
In an attempt at being consistent, I plan to post a general update or whatever springs to mind right here on the site every Monday.
The newsletter is a different animal, however. That goes out once a month, first Saturday, and it’s where the meatier stuff lands. May’s newsletter is going to include the first rough draft chapter of Phlox & Possession — Lily and Rafe, Appalachian dark, a hedge-witch and the man who has already decided she belongs to him. If you’re not subscribed, the sign-up is on the homepage.
I’m about a quarter of the way through the first draft, and thanks to a recent, unexpected stretch of time off from my day job, I expect that number to move fast. Silver linings and all that.
Seen Twice. Eternally Mine. is moving too, just slower. That one I refuse to rush. Noah and Faith’s story deserves to be done right, and I’d rather take the time than deliver something I’m not proud of.
Seen Once. Mine Forever is now available on hardback and I’m still learning the cover dimensions, and all that fun stuff that comes with navigating KDP. I’m sure eventually, I’ll get it right in the first five attempts and not the dozen it’s been taking me when it comes to cover creation.
On the human being behind the writer front: this week got a little more exciting than I planned. I watched the same house catch fire twice in twenty-four hours. Which is a sentence I did not expect to type. Piper — my ancient, opinionated girl — caught the smell of smoke on her walk last night and made her feelings known immediately. She was not impressed. After it happened a second time this morning, for apparently the same reason, I wasn’t either. However, I’m pleased to report, nobody was hurt and the dryer is officially on the curb.
I also hit and overcame a wall recently. One of those mind-blank stretches where the words just aren’t there and staring at the page makes it worse. What finally broke it was stepping away entirely — not a short break, a real one. Came back with fresh eyes and something clicked. I don’t love losing the time, but I’ve learned forcing it usually costs me more than the time off does.
I also remembered that I really love playing video games that involve dinosaurs and spent an ungodly amount of time breeding raptors just to get cute color mutations.
That’s all for this Monday. See you next week.
Stay in the dark.
— Marrin 🖤
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