This all began in 2011, when I lost my agent and fell into the dread pool of broken dreams. When everything came crashing down (and it was one of those looooong crashes that had been working up to the ultimate kaboom for a while) I felt utterly lost and decided to do the only thing I could think of to make myself feel some joy in my work again: connect directly with you readers. I wasn't after fame or money (even though money is nice. I like money) I was after that feeling that comes from having someone read my work and enjoy it.
But, you know everybody and their dog has written a book. Who's gonna wanna read mine? That thought circled my head like a turkey vulture even after I hit 'post' and published the first chapter of Cornerstone on my blog. I figured no one was gonna find it or read it or give a rickety rat's toenail about it. I was just another writer with the same old dream.
But you guys changed everything for me. You guys READ ME. Then the Indie community came along and scooped me up and shook me until my brain stem nearly blew off. They insisted I jump into the Indie stream with them and publish my work myself.
I was fucking terrified of that. (Sorry, gentle readers, but I was. Capital F, bold UCKING, strobe-light and flashing neon, TERRIFIED) I didn't know the first thing of how to publish a book. Nada.
But I jumped in.
And I screwed up. A lot.
But I figured it out.
And then I screwed up some more.
But I kept at it and now I'm a one-girl parade of titles: author, editor, cover designer, formatter, promoter, marketer, nail-biter.
And I still screw up. But not as much.
And I still manage to figure things out.
And best of all: YOU'VE STUCK AROUND TO READ ME.
Lots of you have been with me right from that first, ashamed moment that I admitted to all of you that I'd lost my agent. I thought I'd be shunned as a loser, a failure, a waste.
But lots of you hung around and gave me a shot at entertaining you. And you stayed. Lots of you came back daily for my asshattery on Twitter and FB and here on the blog and lots of you have grown my readership by recommending my work to your family and friends and neighbors and strangers with whom you've struck up conversations at the bus stop. Lots of you have been here while I bumbled and screwed up and succeeded. You were the ones who encouraged me and motivated and inspired me to write the second and third and fourth book to the series, as well as a couple other titles to boot.
You guys have made me this author that writes books that ARE READ. For that, I am grateful to each and every one of you.
So now that I'm feeling particularly weepy and sentimental, would you like a tiny taste of CAPSTONE? It is that fourth and final book in the Cornerstone Series, and a leg of this journey that you've all come to help with, and to support and to make thrive.
The release date for Capstone is set at September 30, 2013.
And I'm Fucking ECASTIC to bring this story to you. (Sorry again, gentle readers, but I am, blazing F, face in the sun UCKING, strobe light and unicorns ECSTATIC)
Alright, so it seems fitting that the first excerpt I give you (oh yes, there shall be more for you, mine lovelies) would be one that brings Nali full circle. I sure could've used Nalena's words at the beginning of my own journey, but I suppose that is why they are here now. I hope you'll enjoy~
As the fear leaches into me, I lean against the wall, concentrating on making my lungs work. I chatter through all my mantras in a fast stream that doesn’t pay off. What I need isn’t mantras. I need a paper bag to breathe into, or better yet, a key to get out of here.
I don’t have either one. As I gasp for another breath, I press my back against the wall. I’ve got to get a grip.
I am Contego.
I cannot be afraid of this.
I will not be afraid.
My family are in the cells all around me. And I think of my mother’s spirit, how the brilliant mist of her shot past us, once she and a million other souls were freed from The Fury’s Cache. Mom.
I am not afraid.
I’m going to get to the rest of my family beyond these walls, one way or another. And I’m not going to do it by being scared.
Thanks again, my lovelies, for reading and for believing in my story.
Have a wonderful Thursday~