What do writers do when they finally finish a book? In Stephen King's Misery, it's a single glass of Dom Perignon. In Romancing the Stone (a guilty pleasure on par with Goldie Hawn's Overboard) Kathleen Turner has a glass of wine. Someone else (forget who) has a cigar. But I neither drink nor smoke, so what to do? There's some strawberry ice cream in the freezer. Maybe I'll have some. And then maybe I'll ignore the laundry for the second day in a row and play The Sims all afternoon before enjoying my husband's heavenly pot roast that even now is making the house smell like Sunday dinner. Or maybe I will go out in the back yard and jump off the pier and go swimming.
And then, of course, it's time to start another book.
But as to celebratory ending rituals, I honestly have no idea. I just know I'm relieved to have Daughter of Glass finally, finally done, with substantial rewrites already in place. That was my goal this weekend- to have DoG done, with rewrites, by Sunday check-in. All that's left is the bonus material, and I've given myself until the next Row80 check in to finish that. I've already figured out what the bonus material will be- a chapter rewritten from the male lead's POV- and I feel really good about it. It's a chance for him to get all protective and sexy, and I can't wait to write it.
It feels really, really good to have goals. And even better to meet them. I know me, though, and I really did fall in a deep pit of Off The Map lately. That makes it important not to aim too high, because I really don't want to fall back in the pit. So I will stick with little goals, like my bonus material by Wednesday. And after that I can begin to think about what's next- undoubtedly Blood Redemption in some fashion.
This brings me to my big announcement: I have a short story coming out in an anthology featuring such luminaries as Aiden James (The Judas Chronicles) and J.R. Rain (the Samantha Moon mysteries.)
Sorry about the abrupt font switch, but I really do feel like yelling. Hope I didn't hurt your virtual ears there. The story is called The Last Carnivale, and it's far future SF with a huge kick of dystopian apocalypse. The anthology is called Primetime by Curiosity Quills, and I couldn't be more excited. I've been sitting on the news for a while now, until I got the go-ahead to do a shout out. There is a soft release on Sept. 17th, but the big official release will be on Oct. 1. If anyone is interested in an ARC and doing a review of the anthology by the soft release date, please do let me know. Interested parties could also probably just read stories that appeal to them and review those, if time is a factor but you do want to help out. (Please please pretty please I'll be your best friend forever.) In the meantime, I will be salivating over cover art and waiting with baited breath to post that here, along with more substantial details. I still find it a bit odd to write short stories. As a writer I do not consider them my natural habitat, but this one is dear to my heart because it is part of a larger world that I hope to turn into a novel some day.
Okay, so that is my writing news from my ROW80 world. It has been a good week of meeting goals and even having a few dreams fall into place. It's the kind of day to put in my pocket for a darker one, and thanks to everyone who gave me shout outs of encouragement throughout the week. Best of luck to all of you, and I'll check in with you all again soon.