April 3rd, 2022 from 1-3pm I will be selling and signing copies of my books at the Half Price Books Flagship store on Northwest Highway in Dallas, TX.
Today, starts marks the start of pre-order for my first novel, eight. The eBook goes live on 4/30 and the print version will be available soon on Amazon.com!
As some of you may know, I have had a very bad week, filled with a lot of pain. I tried to turn to writing, but my stuff came out even darker than it usually does, so I set to work on my novel.
At this moment (4:28 am) it is finished. I finished editing it and formatted it for Kindle. I plan to release it very soon as an e-book.
Sometime later, when I get the scratch together for an ISBN, I will publish it to a physical print-on-demand format.
I’m very proud of myself, and cannot wait to share another piece of my soul with all of you. Stay tuned.
Sorry I haven’t written in a while. It’s been an eventful couple of weeks.
I started training for a new job (yay), I had a severe panic attack and had to go to the hospital (boo), and I finished making my notes on the third draft of my novel.
It took four whole stacks of Post Its and a Papermate Flair pen, RIP. My fingers are itching to type up draft four.
I got a little stuck and had to pull a crazy Ivan. I think it added a much needed dose of happy to a too dark story.
I want to share my baby with the world right now, but I don’t think she’s ready yet. Soon though.
I have just finished draft three of my novel, eight. (coming out sometime this year).
Working on draft three was an entirely different animal than the first two. Draft one was just trying to get it out of my head, and two was trying to beat a narrative out of the words.
I can finally say, it looks, reads, and feels like a novel.
I’m fascinated, and terrified, by the idea of beta readers. My imagination tells me I’ll have a mob of people with pitchforks and torches beating down my apartment door, and I’ll end up losing my deposit.
I realize that this probably isn’t the case, but, for the sake of my anxiety, I think I’ll forgo the notion on this novel.
More information on eight. as it comes.
As I sit at my computer, listening to Cheap Trick, it occurs to me that I have arrived. No, I’m not published yet, but I wrote a novel. I spent every spare minute writing and writing until it was all there. I did it.
Now, I’m at the hard part- revisions and editing. I’ve never made it to this stage before with any of my writing. Usually, when I finish a piece and go back and reread it, I just feel like crying.
Not this time.
I think it’s different this time because it’s so personal to me. I’ve had to take a multi-pronged Hemingway-esque approach to it.
1. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.
2. Write hard and clear about what hurts.
3. There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
It’s been so hard, and yet so easy to get it all out of my head. The words want to flow out of me like water. I just have to be near something to write with when it happens.