October in Review


Somehow I seem to have blinked and missed October. At least I managed to grab some photos one foggy morning to prove autumn happened, because yesterday we had snow on the barn roof, and this morning the thermometer showed temps in the 20s. If winter isn’t here yet, it’s certainly pounding on the door.

It’s been yet another crazy busy month. My revisions on Circle of Influence are due Tuesday. I’ve “finished” them at least three times in as many days. Yet each morning I fire up the computer, open that file, and find something to tinker with. I can see it now—I’ll be giving a reading from the published novel and still find something I want to change.

In addition to turning in my revised manuscript on Tuesday, I’m supposed to get my first look at my cover art that day. Now that I’ve completed (yeah, right) the edits and Deadline Panic has evaporated, I’m eager and excited to see my debut cover. As in NERVOUS WRECK. Henery Press produces such great covers, I can’t wait to see what they’ve done for mine.

But I don’t want to have another upcoming major event get lost in the shuffle. My newest short story “Sweet Deadly Lies” will be included in Lucky Charms, an anthology my local Sisters in Crime chapter is putting out. Release is set for December 2. We have a great cover for it, too.


I’m thrilled for my fellow anthologists. (Is that a word? I guess so. Spell check didn’t call me on it.) The process of putting this collection together has been an amazing collaboration, of which I confess I’ve done darned little beyond sitting back and watching. We have a phenomenal group of writers in the Pittsburgh area. I’m proud to be in their company.



Comments

Liz Milliron said…
And we are proud to have you in our company! So, are we gonna get a sneak peak at that cover art? Huh, Huh?
10/28/13, 11:15 AM
Annette said…
Of course! Silly girl. ;-)
10/28/13, 11:24 AM
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