I got to looking at my goals post from way back when, and y'know, I'm really not so horribly off track.
Goal 1 - Finishing Night of Fire and Ash. Check.
Goal 2 - Write JJD4 - temporarily on hold
Goal 3 - Speak at RT. Done! Love love loved it.
Goal 4 - Choose/write a new project - well, I kinda DID that already, with The Musicbox Girl, so that one's done, just out of order.
Goal 5 - Publish JJD4 - Still a goal, just pushed back a bit further than originally thought.
So really, what does the rest of my 2013 look like?
Peacemaker - My edits on Peacemaker are due July 1st, assuming of course that I get my edit letter in good time. (I feel pretty safe making that assumption)
JJD4 - Come July 1, provided that Peacemaker is turned in on time, JJD4 becomes my priority. Planning on having it done by November 1. Four months should be sufficient enough time. After that, I want to spend November/December getting it edited and the cover design and formatting done in preparation for hitting the button to make it live.
And holy cow,that brings me into 2014 already.
At some point in January (don't know the precise date yet), Peacemaker will hit. Kinda want to spend the month of January dealing with that, but I also want to spend it plotting out the second Arcane West novel. My current plan with that series is a trilogy, but who knows? Never say never or something.
Spring of 2014 could conceivably be spent writing AW2, and pimping JJD4 with a spring release. Then, JJD5 will need to start being a thing, and... I'm exhausted just thinking about it.
And just like this year, my best laid plans could come to a screeching halt due to unexpected (but hopefully still good) events.
It feels good, though, to have a plan. It may not even be a great plan, but at least it's a plan.
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Post RT Stupor
To begin, let me say that not only was this my first RTConvention, but it was also my first convention at all. I mean sure, I attend the local anime con
once a year (Naka-Kon) but in all honesty, I’m a day-passer, and I mostly go to
cruise the vendor room. So this was my
very first all out, balls-to-the-wall convention.
And it was AWESOME! I
would gladly go again, if my finances could afford it. (That was the advantage of it being here in
KC this year, I could attend and not worry about travel/lodging costs.)
First, everyone there was so freakin’ NICE! Authors, readers, aspiring writers, publishing
folk, I didn't meet a single person who wasn't completely welcoming and
helpful. Especially after they found out
it was my first con, ‘cause I think I looked a bit lost at times, and someone
always came along to adopt me. (Con lesson
learned: If you stand in one place long
enough, someone cooler than you will come along and tell you what to do with
your life)
Second, the panels there were very interesting! I attended quite a few on self-publishing,
given my plans for the JJD series, and I learned a whole lot. I’m not sure all the advice applies to me and
my specific situation, but it still gave me some very interesting things to
mull over. As one presenter said, there
are many roads to Oz, and Oz means different things for different people. I attended a few craft panels too, usually because
someone I knew was either attending or presenting, and I always felt like I
learned something.
The panel I was actually on was great! First off, I was up there with Jackie
Kessler, Caitlin Kittredge, Margaret Stohl and Jeaniene Frost, and the amazing
Nicole Peeler was moderating. Seriously,
if you haven’t read any of these fabulous ladies, you and I can no longer be
friends. Run out and rectify that
situation immediately. We had a huge
crowd, they were involved, they asked awesome questions, and I didn't make an
ass of myself. Always a plus. In reality, I would happily do panels again,
it was HUGELY fun.
When there wasn't an actual event going on (or I just needed
time to decompress for a bit), I spent hours just sitting and talking to
people. It really is true that almost
everyone will pass through the hotel bar at some point or another. I met a good chunk of the League of Reluctant
Adults in person for the first time, and hung out with John Scalzi who is just
sweet and charming and super-duper nice.
I also made some really great new friends (and found new books that I’ll
just HAVE to read), just by striking up conversations with total strangers. Anyone who knows me in real life knows that that in and of itself was an
accomplishment. Also, no one seemed to
care if I wandered around a bit starstruck.
I fully admit, I fangirled all over some folk. (I told Diana Rowland I
loved her. Seriously.)
There were multi-published, NYT bestselling authors there,
standing next to debut authors with one book out, standing next to
self-publishers, standing next to aspiring writers, standing next to readers
who just want to love the books. Do you
know how cool it was to just walk past groups of people sitting in the lobby
and overhear in-depth discussions of plot devices, or current books, or
character tropes, or…? It was writing/reading
paradise.
So what did it all mean?
No idea. Other folk
have sounded off on things about the con, and since they’ve been to more than
one, I’ll leave it to them to make the really deep judgments on it. However, I know that I had a really great
time, made a ton of new friends, and learned so much my brain is still buzzing
with it. It was totally worth the money
I spent to attend, and I’m really envious of everyone who is already planning
to attend next year in New Orleans.
I have enacted what I call the “lottery ticket caveat”. If I win the lottery between now and next
year’s RT, I will definitely be there.
Other than that, it’s pretty iffy, and I will watch Twitter with great
longing while it’s going on.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Sound the Trumpets!
After much waiting and teasing and hinting and wailing of gnashing of teeth and sacrificing of chickens...
I am thrilled to announce that my fantabulous agent has sold Peacemaker to InterMix, for publication in e-book format in January 2014!!!
The book will come out in e-book first, and then if sales warrant, actual print copies later. I have to say, this whole digital thing is moving so fast! We're already less than a year from publication, and they've had cover meetings, and worked on the cover copy and... It's amazing!
I truly love the world I've built in Peacemaker, and I hope the readers will love it too. I'm super excited to let you all explore it with me.
I am thrilled to announce that my fantabulous agent has sold Peacemaker to InterMix, for publication in e-book format in January 2014!!!
The book will come out in e-book first, and then if sales warrant, actual print copies later. I have to say, this whole digital thing is moving so fast! We're already less than a year from publication, and they've had cover meetings, and worked on the cover copy and... It's amazing!
I truly love the world I've built in Peacemaker, and I hope the readers will love it too. I'm super excited to let you all explore it with me.
Peacemaker
An Arcane West Novel
Caleb Marcus is a
Peacemaker, a roving lawman tasked with maintaining the peace and bringing control
to magic users on the frontier. A Peacemaker isn’t supposed to take a life—but
sometimes, it’s kill or be killed…
After a war injury left him half-scoured of his power, Caleb
and his jackalope familiar have been shipped out West, keeping them out of
sight and out of the way of more useful agents. And while life in the wild
isn’t exactly Caleb’s cup of tea, he can’t deny that being amongst folk who
aren’t as powerful as he is, even in his poor shape, is a bit of a relief.
But Hope isn’t like the other small towns he’s visited. The
children are being mysteriously robbed of their magical capabilities. There’s
something strange and dark about the local land baron who runs the school. Cheyenne tribes are
raiding the outlying homesteads with increasing frequency and strange
earthquakes keep shaking the very ground Hope stands on.
Something’s gone very wrong in the Wild West, and it’s up to
Caleb to figure out what’s awry before he ends up at the end of the noose—or
something far worse…