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Monday, June 10, 2013


I'm beginning to think I'm the only one who visits this blog, but oh well! I'm doing it for me. :)

So tonight I finished editing The Sector. It came in with a lot more words than I anticipated. I'll probably have to cut it down during my next round, but we'll see. I'm going to let it sit and stew for a week while I work on the cover and formatting. Then I'll go through and do a final round of editing. And then (hopefully) it will be ready to release!!!

I'm thinking about offering epub/mobi formats as well as paperback. Any thoughts? Do you prefer one format over another? I know I'm a total epub junkie. I have shelves of books at home, but I don't read them. No, I buy the ebooks so I can read them on my Nook. Because I can take hundreds of books anywhere I go and read one or five at the drop of a hat. But, I can see the allure of a printed book. The smell of the paper, the weight of it in your hands. Being able to dog-ear pages that are your favorite. Yeah, I have a couple of well-worn books like that.

Anyway, I'm hoping to have the cover done and ready to reveal soon! Stay tuned!! :)

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Getting closer

I'm really excited. I think I have the cover all figured out (finally!) and I'm almost finished editing!!!

I'm hoping to release The Sector soon. I'll post with an official release date when I get one.

And because I just can't help myself, here's a spoiler-free excerpt for you all:

Sweat dripped down my back, drenching my thin shirt. We stopped next to a river for our daily meal. I slipped down the bank and pulled my shirt off over my head, dipping it in the cool water. I wrung the fabric out before dipping it again in the river. As I ran the cool cloth over my bare skin, the brush behind me rustled. I held the cloth over my chest and searched the area for the intruder.

                “Who’s there?” I whispered.

                No answer.

                “Who’s there?” I asked again.

                Silence. And then, the brush to my right moved. I spun around.

                “Who’s there?” I demanded.

                Slowly a young man emerged from the underbrush. I gasped and took a step backward, not paying attention to my footing. I slipped on a wet rock and lunged back toward the rushing water. A hand shot out and grabbed my upper arm, pulling me safely on to the shore.

                “Careful, you don’t want to fall in,” he smirked.

                I wrenched myself free of his grasp and quickly pulled on my shirt. I folded my arms across my chest and glared at the man in front of me.

                “What do you want?” I spat.

                “A thank you would be nice,” he shrugged. “But that’s probably a reach for you.”

                I blushed and stared down at the ground. “Thanks,” I mumbled.

                “I’m sorry, didn’t catch that,” he goaded.

                “Thanks,” I grumbled loud enough for him to hear me. “What do you want?”
                “Oh come on!” he laughed. “Are you still mad at me?”

--The Sector, coming soon!!