Today’s
the 24th, and I have nothing to publish.
For
the last seven months, I’ve announced the publishing of a book every time the 24th
rolled around. I picked that number specifically because, once upon a time in a
magical land called Moonachie, New Jersey, I was born one freezing February 24th.
So
I thought it’d be kinda fun to run with it.
In
January, I published Maiden America.
In February, I debuted my Faerietales series with Not So Human, followed by To
Err Is Faerie in March and Up in the
Air in April.
Next
was my Dirty Politics series. The
Politician’s Pawn came out in May, Moves
and Countermoves in June, and Amateurs
Play Elsewhere was what I debuted for July.
Now
it’s August. August 24th. And I’ve got nothing.
I’m
not upset. All good runs have to end, and I’m having a blast editing the
recently completed manuscript for Faerietales #4, even if I still have no clue
what to call it. I’m also researching the siege of Yorktown for Maiden America #2, which does have a
name: Designing America.
Both
are fascinating and fulfilling, and I can’t wait to get them to the point where
they’re publishable. Though that won’t be until next year, I’m sure.
That
gives me another however many months’ worth of 24ths where I have no big
announcements to make and nothing amazing to share. And considering that I don’t
have another seven books lying around, I suppose I’ll never experience that
particular kind of run again.
Oh
well. Moving on.
I’m
sure there are plenty more paths out there to explore!
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