A Delay

It breaks my heart a little to say this, but it looks as though there will be a delay with the release of And Then You Fall. I know this isn’t unheard of, I’ve been in this business a long time. But it is certainly disappointing. What’s more disappointing is, I don’t have a new release date. I’m hoping it will be before November 1, but I’m afraid to commit to it as an announcement. 

In the meantime I’m doing what everyone says you should do, I’m working on another book. Which is a hell of a lot of fun honestly, it’s a great story with characters I’ve fallen in love with, not only in this book, but in the one before it. You know, the one with the delayed release.

I’m trying hard not to freak out about the delay. That might be too strong a word. I’m trying not to be too disappointed about the delay. I feel as though I’m standing on the starting block waiting for the buzzer to signal I should dive into the water. I don’t want to get off the block and wrap myself in a towel again, I wanna swim. Dammit.

The character I’m writing presently is in a little bit of a pouty, feeling sorry for herself mode right now. Once again I’m wondering if life imitates art or . . . 

How much of my character’s emotional state do I take on? And how much do I write them based on what I’m feeling? I think the answer is lost in the chicken-egg syndrome. It’s very difficult to know which comes first.

I have a lot going on this week, except for today. So I suppose instead of pouting and moping, I should write. And keep writing. Because just like the delayed book, this book will also be out in the world, ready to be read, faster than I can imagine.