The war between Apollyon and the Trihune has begun.
Lucas scours the street in need of a fix. He captures his enemy instead of kills. Spins lies instead of truth. Seeks darkness instead of light. So close to the edge with no concern for the fall. Continue reading
Only one more read through, then Lucas’s Story is off to the publisher. If that means I have to remain sober on New Year’s Eve then dammit, I will because that’s the type of writer I am. (Well, sober at least until 10:30 p.m.) Continue reading
Beginnings suck. A new job. Start of the school year. Unwrapping a birthday present (which leads to a paper cut then a vampire lunging at you, stitches, and your boyfriend breaking up with you).
The same goes for the first chapter of a book. (The sucking part, not the stitches.) Continue reading
A door has followed me around the past fourteen years. It’s pretty. A nice, cherry oak with a gold (seriously, a gold) door knob. When I accepted a publishing contract it swung wide open and beckoned me inside. At first I was in shock. It’d been sitting there closed for so long that dust had collected on the handle. Every once in a while, I’d see light shining underneath it. It looked like a party was happening on the other side. Of course, back then I was never invited. After my initial reaction of seeing the expanse of possibilities within reach, I had a quick stab of fear. For one brief moment I wished that the door had been New York City apartment locked. Not so that is wouldn’t eventually open, but so that it wouldn’t open so quickly. My fear was soon replaced with excitement and I ran through, expecting it would shut before I could reach it.
Ella mentioned a few times that I should write a post on what to expect after you sign a contract, or go through your door. She doesn’t know Google as well as I do. 😉 I expect that the process varies within each publishing house, but this is what’s happening at mine.