Word Count: 4505
What story I’m currently working on:
Even though I’m only at 10k with Forged Redemption, I’m another thousand words closer to my normal weekly pace, and I’m hoping to really step it up the rest of February. A lot of the book is already crystallizing in my head, so I’m excited to really sink into it and start feeling along with the characters. I’m really freaking excited to finish the Tribal Spirits series, but also a little sad, considering this wild ride started just two years ago when I was writing this piece in response to a call for shifter stories.
What I’m editing/marketing:
So, not only was Forged Futures contracted but I’m already neck deep in content edits! And I’ve got some more news on the horizon too, so stay tuned. I did turn in the initial Scrying for Summer edits and launched into the Rising for Autumn ones, and I’m hoping by March at least this editing fervor has died down and gives me more time to write. If you haven’t gotten it yet, pre-order Of Tinkers and Technomancers, which comes out March 12th! And if you’re an audio book fan, you can get the entire Take to the Skies series on audio book now that The Airship Also Rises is out!
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Line of the week:
Ally let out a low whistle. “When did you become more than just a pretty face?”
“Let’s be real, I’m not much without my looks,” Drew drawled in response. “I blame Lucas and his band of Tribe for all this planning ahead nonsense.”
“Sure, all that bad Tribe influence,” Ally shot back. “Just like the Boy Scouts are out to corrupt wayward kids into learning discipline.”
Drew pumped on the gas, speeding up to catch up with the car they were tailing. All the dips in the road made it that much harder to keep track of. “Hey, we start teaching kids discipline and the next thing you’ll have is upstanding citizens. No one wants that. Chaos and malarkey for all.”
“Malarkey? What are you, eighty?” Ally cracked the window as she leaned her arm out the side. Her golden hair streamed in the breeze, silken strands he longed to run his fingers through. Spirits above, every inch of her body was pure temptation for him.
“Yep. Mackey better watch out, because I’m coming for him, walker and all.”