This week isn’t even half over yet and already, it’s been kind of crazy. Before it ends, it’s going to get a lot crazier. I have like, a million things I need to remember to do and unfortunately, I’ve been sick for the last two days which means all I want to do is lie on the couch in my sweatpants and read. Granted, that’s what I do a lot of the time anyway, but with less than a week before my next book comes and with more than a few book events and speaking engagements on the horizon, not to mention a meeting tonight at church and cat-sitting, I don’t have time to be sick and feel sorry for myself.
Then, of course, there are the new stories that I’m continuing to work on for the rest of the month. One, of course, is the sequel to Backstage. That one is just pure fun. I seriously love writing YA. I love writing ghost stories too, but they require a certain level of depth and emotion, and it can be draining to pour all that heavy onto the page. Stories about boy bands however? Pure fluff.
The second story is for the second book in the Lurking Anthology series called Lurking in the Shadows. I can’t give you too many details about the story itself, but I can tell you it is by far the darkest thing I’ve ever written. It makes Cemetery Tours look like The Princess Diaries. I’ve got to be honest, I’m really hoping I’m not inviting in any dark energy or anything by writing this. I’ll make sure to keep my Bible on hand.
Speaking of Cemetery Tours, as I was writing this, a package arrived on my doorstep…
After Death, the third book in the Cemetery Tours series, is here! And it looks amazing! I’m so, so, so excited! I can’t wait to share it with all of you next Tuesday! It’s kind of weird to think I’ve officially written a trilogy. Of course, it won’t be a trilogy for long. There are two more books coming!
Finally, I’ve been making a point to read and review the stack of books I’ve had sitting by my bedside for forever. I’ve been making progress. One book, Moon Tears by M. M. Frische, I really enjoyed. Well-written, historical fiction about the author’s cousin, I highly recommend it.
I’ve read a few other books, however, that I can’t say I enjoyed, or even finished. I always feel so guilty when I don’t like a book. It sounds weird, right? I never feel guilty not liking a song or a movie, but when it’s a book, I almost feel like it’s personal. Maybe it’s because I’m an author myself. I don’t know. I especially feel guilty when I’ve met the author in person. Now, I’m not going to say which books I didn’t like. I don’t want to do that to a fellow writer. If I don’t like a book, I simply won’t write a review. And maybe that’s wrong. Maybe a lousy review is better than no review at all. But I almost feel like I owe it to the author to give them a good review, just because I know how much time and effort and love they put into a story. Even though, on the flip side, I know I owe it to fellow readers and reviewers to be totally honest in my recommendation.
Anyway, I suppose I better be off! I’ll talk to y’all soon! Keep reading, keep writing!