It's been a crazy week — NaNoWriMo, the Project of Doom at work, apartment maintenance needs suddenly popping up — and yet I've got a grin on my face. My first book is out! Happiness is seeing your cover smack on the homepage of the publisher's website.
At the same time, some writerly part of me has moved on already and it's asking, "What? That old thing?" And this is even with the accelerated electronic publishing schedule, on a scale of months instead of years. Since Summer-set was accepted, I've finished a handful of short stories and another novella, and my brain is thoroughly occupied with what I hope will be a novel by November 30th. Because it's the reader's job to fall in love with the words (or I hope that's what the reader's doing). It's the writer's job to love creating the words, and that means coming up with new stories, always moving, always dreaming of the next tale.
I'm incredibly behind on emails, even to the point where I only just remembered to send out an announcement to my mailing list members. (I sent them an extra treat as an apology.) In the future, I must remember to actually let people know about these exciting occasions — and yes, there will be future releases.
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