What would Zoe be for Halloween?

It's a quick contest and you can win a copy of Heavenly with the 'dark' cover just by posting what you think Zoe would dress up as for Halloween.

Winner announced next week.

End in Sight

Pow-wow-d. Got the end worked out. Now just have to get it down. Don't really WANT to participate in nanwrimo, but if the end is not done, or near done by then, will have to. Will be glad when this project is over.

I think.

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I had to examine my sales for an issue I was trying to solve with the printing house, and was super excited to find that FALLING FOR ROMEO has sold over 1200 copies so far. That's not bad for a book that's only sold online and has had miniscule marketing. Numbers -- when you're indy pubbed -- don't mean the same thing they do to the debut author who bites her nails through the first 90 days of primo shelf space at the bookstore. One of my crit partners who's worked at B&N for 7 years in their YA dept said, "If a book sells 3 copies in that first ninety days, that's considered a good sale. If not, the books get shipped back to the publisher."

And then what?

Yikes, I'd be biting my nails too.

There are some pluses to indy pubbing.

I share this as yet another pitch for anyone concerned about their writing career. Anyone tired of the well-worn but hazardous and -- lets not forget subjective -- traditional publishing road. Don't loose faith in your work. Make your own road.

Book Three

It's called Absolution. At least that's the title at this point in the process. I didn't start out wanting these books to have such overtly religious titles.

They kind of ended up that way.

Still, the quiet theme of Heaven and Earth and the spiritual essence of both, tying the two existences together is a thread I purposely twined throughout the books.

You can't have angels without Heaven.

Nor hell without devils.

Speaking of devils...it's been pretty fun writing them, I have to admit. I adore my black spirits, their sinewy, translucent black emptiness is wonderfully creepy.

Who knew bad could be so much fun to write?