This book is the reason I was having difficulty writing Darkness Falls. For weeks there was this… blockade in my head with something pulsing (pushing?) against it. I knew there was a story behind it but I had NO access to it, just the knowledge that it was there. When I stalled in Darkness Falls, I put that book aside and decided to write a different story that I was thinking about. Before I could do that, I went back to a story I started a few months back (I had 22,000 words) but I had slammed into a wall and put aside. Anyway, I read it, giggled, and got to the part that made me crash and, though it pained me, I cut almost 2,000 words. And then the gates opened up and the story vomited itself all over the place and it was all I could do to keep up with the Muses’ screaming (they don’t scream in words, they scream in white noise. Literally.) It’s been an insane two weeks: 90,000 words of insanity. When I wasn’t typing, I was writing down scenes for what was going to happen. When I wasn’t writing, I was trying to sleep (not easy when the Muses kept whispering in my ear. My notes during this time are indecipherable because they were written in the middle of the night, in the dark, by a zombie) or take care of the house (yeah, that wasn’t happening.) I was a woman possessed. I had a mad kick Sunday evening because the Muses were growing quieter and the end was near so I stayed up until 3:30 in the morning and kicked out the final 13,000 words.
And then there was the cover. le sigh. I had the original image, which I bought last year, and I just wanted to play around a little bit. It came together like magic. Everything about this book has been… it’s been a rush.
And without any further ado, the Cover:
I still have the blurb to write (the least fun part about writing – trying to condense a 111,000+ word book into a few words) but I ordered the proof this morning and once I get it, I will go through the book, smooth out as many rough areas as I can, and then BETAS!!!! Just a warning, Winter is naughty. He explores the upstairs, the downstairs, the front door, the back door, and everything in between, but with fewer euphemisms. So saying, I frickin’ LOVE Winter!!!
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