And So It Begins…
(Image from Strangeland Photography)
So here’s the announcement I was hinting at the other day. I mailed back contracts yesterday, after I finally got coloured ink so my printer would print in black and white (really, Epson?) and then convinced my computer that the printer really was online. One was for Flesh Market, the other was for a Christmas novelette I like to call Have Yourself a Merry Little Sexmas, or Sexmas for short. This fall should be entertaining–I’ll be going back and forth between a light and frothy piece of Christmas fluff, and the dark and rather disturbing FBI romantic thriller.
It feels good. It feels terrifying. I haven’t put out anything new since December of 2013. I worry that I’ve forgotten how to do this, or that my skills have atrophied like any muscle you haven’t used in a while. I wonder if anyone’s even going to like this stuff. Will the Christmas story be too light and fluffy? Will the romantic thriller be too dark and uncomfortable? Should I be taste-testing all the cocktails my characters in Sexmas get to drink?
I like to think I’ve balanced things well, but really–the proof is in the pudding. And, unfortunately, as the cook, I won’t know if my dish truly was to the taste of my consumers until the Yelp reviews come in.
So, here’s to a new beginning, and more books, and lots and lots of fun and laughter.