Have you ever stood naked in front of a group of strangers? Unless you work for the pornography industry or have a propensity for streaking, I'd guess no. I haven't either (thank God), but I have had an experience which I liken to a frolic in your birthday suit. I'm pretty sure hitting the publish button on my debut novel last August felt similar: the toe curling anxiety, the sweating palms, the bashful backing away, covering your genitals. Yet, I digress. I had to face the fact that pretty much everyone I know would read the deepest, strangest parts of my psyche. I had to blush and nod as they discussed particularly embarrassing parts of The Breeders. My boss brought up the scene where Riley passes a brothel and sees a naked sixty-year-old woman with her saggy breasts in a man's palm. Talk about toe curling. And yet, I survived. I learned to roll with the punches. The problem is I'm about to do it again.
Today I sent the final draft to my lovely editor for a final copy edit. When it comes back, it'll be pretty and pristine and I will have to fight all urges to touch it, lest I mess it up. This is the suck-it-up time. The punch-fear-in-the-face time. Publishing a book puts your feet right to the fire and invites any number of injustices in the form of Amazon reviews that will strip you bare and have you covering your genitals for sure.
So, hopefully by the beginning of May I will be able to unveil my new shiny work-in-progress to you all. In the meantime, here's the teaser in case you missed it last time.
When Hugh wakes up in a smoldering crater–no memory, no clothes–a single thought echoes in his head…trust no one. Frightened and alone, with no memory of who he is, he stumbles upon a grisly murder scene and is fatally shot. He wakes, only to find he can heal himself. He has superpowers, and he’s going to need them.
Desperate and bleeding, Hugh stumbles upon fifteen-year-old Cece, who’s got enough troubles of her own. Between caring for her bipolar mother and trying not to get evicted from her run-down trailer, Cece may be the only person struggling as much as Hugh. Drawn to Hugh, Cece finds a love she’s never known. But when the real killer–a man-hunting beast– chooses another victim, Hugh and Cece realize they must unlock the clues to their past if they have any chance at a future.
Eyes Ever to the Sky is a Young Adult paranormal romance/hero's origin story with a dash of horror. Audiences who liked I am Number 4 will enjoy this action-packed romance.
Today I sent the final draft to my lovely editor for a final copy edit. When it comes back, it'll be pretty and pristine and I will have to fight all urges to touch it, lest I mess it up. This is the suck-it-up time. The punch-fear-in-the-face time. Publishing a book puts your feet right to the fire and invites any number of injustices in the form of Amazon reviews that will strip you bare and have you covering your genitals for sure.
So, hopefully by the beginning of May I will be able to unveil my new shiny work-in-progress to you all. In the meantime, here's the teaser in case you missed it last time.
When Hugh wakes up in a smoldering crater–no memory, no clothes–a single thought echoes in his head…trust no one. Frightened and alone, with no memory of who he is, he stumbles upon a grisly murder scene and is fatally shot. He wakes, only to find he can heal himself. He has superpowers, and he’s going to need them.
Desperate and bleeding, Hugh stumbles upon fifteen-year-old Cece, who’s got enough troubles of her own. Between caring for her bipolar mother and trying not to get evicted from her run-down trailer, Cece may be the only person struggling as much as Hugh. Drawn to Hugh, Cece finds a love she’s never known. But when the real killer–a man-hunting beast– chooses another victim, Hugh and Cece realize they must unlock the clues to their past if they have any chance at a future.
Eyes Ever to the Sky is a Young Adult paranormal romance/hero's origin story with a dash of horror. Audiences who liked I am Number 4 will enjoy this action-packed romance.
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