This morning, I shambled out of the bedroom to find a wonderful thing in my inbox. It seems that Danielle at Coffeetime Romance reviewed Taint of Shadow, and thought it was fantastic! She wrote up a terrific review, which you can read right here, but more, she awarded it with their CTRR Award!
This is their reviewer’s recommendation award. She liked it so well that she wants to recommend it, and I’m just tickled purple (I don’t do pink). This is a terrific honor, and I don’t think there’s anything nicer than to hear that someone loves your book enough to enthuse about it to others.
The radio silence here has been deafening, I know. I’ve fallen behind on my blogging, and in fact, on some other things that I ought to be doing. And I haven’t written a word for a month, which has finally begun to make me come apart that the seams.
Fact is, I’ve been plotting. Plotting, writing backstory, and outlining. I’ve been hard at work doing it, too. When I get into a world, I immerse in it, and I have a hard time coming up for air until I’m done. In some cases, done means finished with the book, too.
I start writing it on Monday. And I expect to be lost in it for a little while. Today, I’m trying to catch up on all the little things I need to do before I wander into Idealand. But it’s hard to get that world out of my mind. Even know, it’s pulling me under.
This is one of the best parts of being a writer. Also, one of the most obnoxious. You drive your friends and family absolutely buggy. You get scatterbrained, because you’re focused on what’s in your head, not what’s outside it. But you’re there. You’re in the zone. The words will flow.
So if I’m a little quiet, I apologize. I’m just doing what I do.
Layla Aaron posted this fun little game, and I thought I might contribute…
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don’t dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
Nearest book – Perdido Street Station by China Mieville (which was sitting on my desk after I got done with it)
Fifth sentence – Crematoria vented into the airborne ashes of wills burnt by jealous executors, which mixed with coaldust burnt to keep dying lovers warm.
Now do the same, and post it on your blog!
Sophia Chase made a mistake many years ago that she’s tried desperately to forget. When she reads about the murders in the town nearby, she can’t deny it any longer: the vampire she created has become a threat.
Kyle Madsen doesn’t believe in vampires. He’s devoted his career to disproving the old myths. When a serial killer strikes close to home, he believes the murders are the work of a psychotic human criminal driven by a demented mind.
But vampires believe in him. One wants him dead. The other is his only hope for a new life.
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