Orphans of Paradise is officially onto its second round of beta readers. I spent the last month fixing the continuity and cleaning up the transitions between POVs. Fingers crossed there are no major problems and all the manuscript needs is one good copy edit before it’s finally ready to be shared with the world.
I’m thinking of setting a tentative release date for the end of June—a good six months since the release of my first book. It feels like a good, solid, round number. In the meantime I’ve got to come up with a kick ass synopsis and maybe some semblance of a marketing plan. Or maybe I’ll see how it goes with KDP Select within the next couple of months and consider exploring temporary exclusivity with Orphans Of Paradise as well.
Book #3 is still going at lightning speed. Shocking—definitely the only word I can use to describe it. I’m just finishing up the 2nd draft and I think I’ve recently found a really great group of beta readers to offer feedback when I dive into the 3rd draft in June. I should have the current edits done by next week but then I need to step away from it for a little while—let it simmer, become something of a stranger. It took me almost two drafts just to figure out my character’s voices and motivations. I can’t wait to see what I’ll discover during the next round of revisions.
Not only that but I’ve been playing around with this idea for a companion novella for book 3. Maybe 30,000 words. Maybe from a different POV. Ok I’m lying. There are no maybe’s. I’ve already started it. And if I can just keep this momentum maybe I’ll have it finished by the end of May.
But after final revisions to Orphans Of Paradise and after the companion novella to book 3 I plan on getting started on something new. For the first time…in 9 months. Yes 9 whole months have gone by since I started a new story. The truth is that the first 20,000 words of book #3 were written way back in July of 2012. I was taking time away from Orphans Of Paradise and giving myself a breather from the heavy content.
But this summer I’ll once again be staring at a blank word document. Not to mention that damned blinking cursor. It’ll be a clean slate. No familiar characters. No sentences or paragraphs I’ve been mulling over for months. A completely blank canvas. I can already feel the panic. And even though I’ve finished two books, soon to be three, I’m still going to be sitting there asking myself that same awful question—what if I can’t finish this? I’ll be sweating and panting and on the verge of a spiritual meltdown. But then I’ll get a flash of something—a character, a snippet of dialogue, a girl sitting barefoot in the tide—and then I’ll know. Yes. I can finish this. And I will.