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Weekly Word Count #127

Word Count: 13,336

What story I’m currently working on: The moral of this story is slow and steady wins the race. Rather than my normal binge efforts, I’ve been doing a steady pace of 1600 words a day since NaNo began, and it shows. I just hit 15k with The Airship Also Rises, and I’m moving forward at a steady speed, though I might have a couple rocky days ahead with general busy-ness. Omg guys. Writing Bea and the crew is just…my heart. The snark flies off the page. I could sit there and just write them arguing for 100 pages and be perfectly content.

What I’m editing/marketing: Since Captured Memories came out last month, I’ve got a wee break before Of Tinkers and Technomancers and A Reflection of Ice release! In the interim, I’m going to pound through Forged Decisions and get it sent in to my editor. By the time I report in next week, the book will be off! That’s a promise! (I’m really close) And my beta readers have started ripping apart Musketeer Pirates, so it’s perfect timing. Once I’m done with Forged Decisions, that also means I can start writing book three in the Tribal Spirits series, Forged Contracts.

Teaser of the week:

Wistful notes spoke of loneliness, as solitary as the final birdsong of autumn or the trill of summer_s last cicada before the wintry freeze.

Line of the week:

“You’re making a mistake,” said hapless bastard finally spoke up, his voice reedy and thin with fear. “If you try and turn me in, you’ll be making an enemy of the British crown.”

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing.

Every eye in the silent room stopped and stared at me as the laughs ripped from my throat, the deep, aching sort that welled up from the depths of my chest. Mordecai nudged the man forward down the aisle, closer and closer to Blackwind, entertaining a rueful grin of his own. Even Isabella let out a snort, a smile on her lips.

Out of anyone he could’ve threatened me with, the redcoats were the last on my list of concerns. They’d already taken our number the day we stole that Gods-damned box.

My shoulders still quaked as I wiped a couple tears from my eyes. “That ship’s already sailed, boy-o, but good of you for the heads up.”

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Weekly Word Count #105

Word Count: 2,328

What story I’m working on: Well, I’m not quite back to full steam yet, but I’m tippy-toeing forward. Right now I’m balancing two manuscripts–The Airship Also Rises, and Forged Decisions. Forged Decisions is flowing easier at the moment, but the stuff I’ve been writing for the third Airship book is pure awesome. The sort of gems that have my shoulders shaking as I’m writing them.

What I’m editing/marketing:Well, Waking for Winter is all ready to launch, so I’m just trying to set up reviewers and marketing stuff for my release day! I’m pretty excited to share Dante and Cami with everyone, as well as bring that series to a close. I’m starting to get some feedback in on Future King, and I put some major time into working on a query this week. As for Cupid’s Cafe, I’m only waiting on a couple more responses, bu I actually have most of the edits finished. I should probably be able to submit it by next week. Part of what’s slowing me down so much is starting two projects simultaneously while I have two editing projects winding down–I need to get at least one of these off the burner!

Teaser of the week:

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Line of the week:

A shot rang through the air, coming from beside me. My jaw twitched.

Sabine stood with her pistol aimed and her finger still on the trigger. Those manicured brows were pulled together in fierce concentration.

“Damnit, Sabine,” I hissed, shooting her a look. “What happened to following my lead?”

She stared back at me with a familiar brand of insolence in those hazel eyes all while feigning innocence. “My finger slipped.”

My blood boiled, and I near had a conniption on the spot. A thousand curses on girls with smart mouths and access to firepower.