Hey y'all.
So, today marks one-month until the sequel to EVERNEATH is due in to my publisher.
I'm not freaking out. Mostly because my editor reads my blog. (Hi Kristin! Nothing to see here!)
But I will say you can read my stress on my chin. I pick at my chin until it starts to bleed, then I wait for the blood to dry up, and then I pick it some more. And like any self-respecting addict, I say, "This is the last time I pick it. The last time. I am in control."
And then I pick it again.
Yes, I have just spent the first half of this blog talking about picking scabs. There are so many places to go from here.
1. When I turned eight, my parents took me to the Shakespeare Festival for the first time. Since then, with few exceptions, I've gone every year.
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| Kid C and Kid B at the Globe replica in Cedar City |
Now Kid C is eight, so I took him to his first play, expecting it to be as magical as my first play.
Here's how magic it was for him:
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| To sleep, perchance to dream... |
And he was on the front row. The actors were practically tripping over his feet. And yet, he slept...
2. Look at what I got in the mail today!
UNDER THE NEVER SKY by Veronica Rossi
INCARNATE by Jodi Meadows
SLIDE by Jill Hathaway
Undoubtedly, the best perk to being an author is being able to read books before they come out! But the worst part is getting these books in the mail on the day that marks one month before my sequel is due...
And... we've come full circle.
