Happy Friday all! Hope you’re having a great week/month/year so far.
It’s amazing how much work is going on into Locked in Stone. Yeah, I may be done with the creative/writing part of it, but as for the clean-up/make-it-pretty-for-the-reader part? Not so much. It’s certainly a far cry from my prior experience with a publisher. And, on a authorly squealy note, I saw/read through a galley proof of the book and it made it so much more concrete that this book with Entangled really is happening! My dedication is in there, along with my acknowledgements. It’s so cool.
I’ve fumblingly started working the next book, which as I think I mentioned, has been changed to Rory’s story (Sealed in Stone) rather than Reny’s (Carved in Stone). To do that, I read through the 44k or so words I’d written on it last year and I remember why I loved the Rory/Gabe pairing. I can’t use all of it, since events have changed a little bit, but I think I can keep a good chunk simply because that story had always been (to me at the time) weird, in that it was character driven and not plot driven. Which is what Entangled would want.
On that note, I’ll share what I want as the opening paragraph, just a little tease for you:
If one more gargoyle moves into my back yard, I’m importing a flock of pigeons! Gabe Lennox made the decision a micro-second after his visiting client’s gaze wandered out the window at his back.
Hubby happened to see my website’s dashboard, which meant he saw the site’s name, last night. Apparently, despite his claims to the contrary, he hasn’t visited/read my blog in a while, or he would have noticed before now. Anyway, he doesn’t feel like the name Tory Michaels’ Time Out is suitable. He came up with an alternative which I kind of like, but I also like my current name. So – I put it to you to vote on whether you like the name or not!
I think the demon twins are getting sick once again. Blondie was coughing like she was about to hack up a lung and Pixie turned cuddly this morning (along with going to bed WITHOUT PROTEST last night). The bed thing’s particularly significant because for the past week, she’s battled bedtime like a child possessed. As in, screaming bloody murder and driving us nuts for at least an hour and a half (bedtime is 7:30, it’s almost 9 before she goes to sleep). Sigh. So I’m anticipating a not-so-great weekend with sick children. Ugh.